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 question of who is stronger. the businesses hanging on, or entropy, atrophy and anarchy.