Look, Topsham is a curious town.

Cobblestone streets; small, neat lanes.

Main St. vibrates.

I walk down Elm St. daily.

Topsham has its quirks.

The river, the Lune, winds by.

Small parks? Sure. Check out Miller Park.

Green, quiet, oddly magical.
I work as a fam psyc.

I see families here.

I see deep bonds, cracks too.

Kids play, parents clash.

I once counseled a quirked duo.

They met near the old mill.

Crazy, huh?
There's the Topsham Library.

Old brick building, full of history.

And hey, Zane Ave is wild.

I love that vibe, man.

Old shops, cool graffiti.

I feel that "Inherent Vice" vibe.

As they say, "I always wanted to be a dog, a dog!"

I nod like Putin – cold, brief.
Sometimes I get mad.

Traffic here sometimes sucks.

No offense, but crude drivers annoy.

I saw a dude zone out on Main.

Crazy, bro, really insane.
I beatraversing the Kingsley neighborhood.

Dasnurrican houses all lined up.

I love how quiet it gets.

My fav spot?

Crabapple Cove.

Small, hidden overgrown park.

I sit there, think deep thoughts.
I remember a sunny day.

Walking by the Lune, then bam

I recall a family feud.

Therapy moments on rusty benches.

Warm hearts, true confessions.

Life is weird, eh?
The weirdest part?

Every corner whispers stories.

Every brick sleeps history.

I sometimes mumble: "What a trip, man!"

And sometimes: "Wow, that's deep."

I talk like Paul Thomas Anderson’s script.
I miss not gettin it right sometimes.

Typoz aplenty: whaat, fam, enviroment, shiiit, crzy, awlful, nota, brreak, momentz, sitn, happny, verr, dum.
That’s Topsham in a nutshell.

Real, raw.

It stays in you.

Visit, explore.

Stay tuned.

That's all.