Location: Cup of Joe coffee. Close enough to home, apart from the 2 hills I'll have to climb to get back. Yes, it's climbing up hills. My body is good to go at this point. I've over it, and in it. I'm beginning to love the faces, it's not been as easy love though. In New Orleans, I can shot a street, a person, a place, with the ease of 2 old friends reconnecting over a beer. In this city, I sense my hesitation, my reservation, it's stranger than I thought it would be.
It seems as though this city is an odd B movie and the casting director decided to cast characters who are nonsensical and in no way cohesive. It's a wonderful mess.
My wonderful mess to sort out and explore.
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