Rittman. Wow. Just Rittman.

I live here. Long. Years. Crazy years.

Man... Main St. buzzes. Places.

The streets... I mean, MAIN ST.!

It’s wild. Like, unreal.

I hang my soul here. Yo.
There’s downtown. Busy. Gritty. Nostalgic.

I stroll on Jefferson Ave. every day.

That street... it vibes. It inspires.

I work on dat dating app here.

I scurry between coffee shops.

Coffee shops. Alcohol? Nah.

Just hearts. Skips. Sparks.
I luv Rittman parks.

Rittman Community Park. Unmissable.

Trees whisper stories... sigh...

I got lost in Park side.

Breathtaking! Like Requiem for a Dream.

Yes. "The needle... it’s the dream."

I mean, "It’s a beautiful, brutal ride."

I swear! Craziness. Emotional.
The river?

Loves me. Runs near Maple Dr.

Maple dr. is quiet.

But oh, the flow!

A river of hope...

or despair? Hah haha.
Neighbours?

They’re real. Folks chat.

Every f***ing block unique.

I remember, like, my first heartbreak.

Right near Elm. Ave.

Dope memories there.

Sometimes mad. Sometimes joyful.
I teeter on city edges.

Off the beaten path.

Street names?

Check out Birch Ln or Cedar Ct.

They’re hidden gems, ya know.

Everyone ignores ‘em. I adore ‘em.
I’ve got quirks.

I often stop.
I gawk.

I feel shit.

It’s raw.

It’s deep.

Dramatic.

Just like that movie…

“REQUIEM FOR A DREAM.”

Too real!

I see hope, I see doom.
Rittman’s not perfect, man.

It’s messy.

It’s love.

It’s wit.

Dude, it’s life lived out loud.
Yeah, Rittman is home.

Crazy... unexpected... electric.

Come visit.

Don’t miss it, buddy.
Oh, and sorry for the typos.

Idk... man, so so many.

Real talk.

Peace.