April 13, 2002
It's the graffiti on the walls, and the pigeons in the bus terminal. It's the old man security guard at the library that calls me lad like my father does. It's the reflection of the city skyline on the river. It's the sparkling city lights off in the distance. It's the sky above, so tumultuous and alive. It's the soul of the city. Basically, I love living here, and I don't want to leave it for anything in the world. This summer in the city could be the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't want to leave.