A million years ago at the Lounge. Sweet girl. Would talk to me. I was not a percipient witness have no stories to tell.
This is Pitcher Street in Kalamazoo. Once a bustling industrial section, it is slowly giving way to taggers and decay. The closing of Checker left a rotting carcass behind. The east side of the street is a wasteland; the west slowly withers, given over to the relentless taggers, artists and imbecilic juggalos. It’s just a […]
at a beat up garage full of old school stuff, desks and such.
This building is outside the fences at the former Checker plant. We don’t know whether it is part of the plant, or some remora-like parts supplier with a prime location. Either way, enjoy the carcass.
a Kalamazoo. Here are some night shots.
Marilyn Monroe was not there singing “Happy Birthday.”
Kicking around on a piece of ground In your home town Waiting for someone or something To show you the way That will be us in one short long week.