After an eventful day in a city which shares my middle name, I’m relaxing with a glass of my favorite whiskey watching one of my favorite films. We ventured. Meandering about the hotel’s mile-radius, where every street sign and small business is named “Gateway _______” (Gateway Parkway, Gateway Tire and Blingin’ Rim, Gateway Sports Cards, etc.) we stumbled upon the town’s mall. At which, there were two theaters. We saw Frost/Nixon, which I thoroughly enjoyed. After which we ventured down the road to a blue-yellow logo donning establishment lovingly and hedonistically known as… BEST BUY. Thus begins, the photo log.

I hate the person you become when I’ve had too much to drink, You never keep my mouth shut.
Most nights I sputter out like an engine under-oiled and overworked, But I think I’ll be fine.

Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.

Meanwhile, outside on the street all those once familiar scenes become empty store fronts.
As all your friends you used to know pack all their things and sell their clothes, you’ve got to pay your way out.

Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.

I’m just like you, or worse.

Globo

por PAULA ALVES DE SOUZA; às 4:39 PM