As you cross over the Ohio river, the city shines in the distance. It looks like a beautiful jewel rising from the banks of the water.
Then you get downtown.
Burnt out.
Desolate.
Wasteland.
So you drive a bit west.
Homeless people on street corners. Hookers. Crack pipe littered streets.
So you go out to the suburbs.
Dennys. Dunkin' Donuts. Desolation. Despair.
It all smells like a meth lab and feels like a sharp kick to the teeth.
Go reds, Go!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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