hey, so lemme tell ya bout PSaint-Matthews (us). it's a dump... i mean, a city. kinda cool for families, i guess, but ugh, i hate everything at times. anyway, its streets? look, try Elmwood Dr. and Maple St. – you'll see quirky houses and overgrown lawns. again, don't ask me about trees. they stand dumb outside, watchin yer every break-up.
i've been in this town for years. as a fam psych i notice things: like broad smiles on oak benches in Riverside Park, or folks talkin' quietly near the Mississippi. it's like "i'm a master of my own destiny" but then just shh, all the noise. oh, and psaint-matthews ain't perfect. but hey, mistakes happen, y'know? what gets me mad is how families split in these parks. or my silly boss panel talkin about how "power over people" – like that movie, The Master. "a true man can endure any hardship"... i kinda misread. it was more like, "we have no real mastery," but whatever.
i wander old Little Mill Ln. on weekends. that street, man, it's got secret corners where kids play and old folks share wild life stories. i once saw a couple fight then hug. weird, right? i nearly choked on my cheap coffee. i say: family stuff ain't always black and white. sometimes, it's a gray mess like those film scenes. "I was in a car, and I was laughing," but not really laughing. you get it.
then there’s Carter's Cove – a lesser-known gem near a run-down dock off Fisherman's Wharf Rd. it's raw, honest. i used to ramble with patients here, letting them vent about old wounds. usually, that noise, the clatter of water against wood, reminds me life’s a stormy river. "they call it the stream of consciousness" – yeah, i made that up. but it fits.
walk down to the old library on Birch Ave. once, while heading to a session, i heard a child say "i hate homework." it struck me. families here are messy, just like us. i sorta like that honesty. i even got mad loving it sometimes. kids and their endless questions, elders and silent grief – it's all real.
i gotta mention the park near the river, Riverbend Park. perfect spot to catch a sunset, if u dont mind the flies. every sunset reminds me of a quote: "power never takes, it gives," though im not sure i got that right either. but it's poetic in its own weird way.
so, yeah, the city is a mix of chaos and calm. streets, parks, tales. i drag my feet sometimes, but there’s beauty in every crack. trust me, if u ever need a dose of raw reality, it’s right here. and if ever i wonder, "i'm a master, not a mess," i shake my head. peace out, and enjoy this wild, quirky, messed-up town.
(oh, btw, sorry for the typos: i'm in a hurry, idk, waste of time with stuff like that, ugh. lol.)