thoughts while on BoltBus
leaving bmore:
i remember the time we were drivin thru bmore aimlessly. the hood of course. got to a deadend and saw a huge archway signifying the entrance to the baltimore cemetery. the brighest, newest lookin yet least promising sign in the area. i made it to atlantic city that same night.
arriving in NY:
id rather my future children not call me mama. children should have their mouth taped shut
after 2 days, arriving in bmore:
4112 erdman ave, in one window split pea green and white curtains danced in the window. in the others, makeshift paper or plastic ---
Ball-d'more. decrepit. (my mental dictionary)
according to the bench I saw, "Baltimore. The Greatest City in America"
i beg to differ
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