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The Art of Deception.
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I am irreverent.
The Packard Plant.
I saw Satan Fall.
Panoramic view of the Ambassador Bridge via an abandoned building.
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Creepy baby.
As I stated before this trip was amazing! However…
This trip wouldn’t have been amazing if it weren’t for the situation that Detroit is in. Granted, it hasn’t completely fallen, far from I suppose, but still a far cry from being one of America’s golden cities.
Consider this. In between our last 2 censuses (2000 & 2010) Detroit lost nearly a quarter of a million people. To put that in perspective that’s as though the entire population of Providence, RI just up and left. This doesn’t take into account the previous 1.5 mil people who left in decades past. One of the recent news bites I read has Detroit slated to close half of it’s public schools by 2014.
Detroit used to be where people could make it, not just get by, but to thrive. The average person could live, own a home, and put their kids through college. That seems hardly the case these days.
There are a few positive things going on that I noticed. The art and culture scenes appear to be thriving. Also those who have stayed are so strong and filled with pride for where they live that I think they could accomplish anything. Who knows, maybe the American auto industry can make a huge comeback and reignite Detroit?
One last thing. What I have written is merely an observation. I don’t claim to be an expert on anything, let alone Detroit. When you drive passed abandoned skyscrapers, blocks of homes leveled with nothing but fields to take their places, in the heart of any city, how could you have a very positive outlook on things? Furthermore it makes me wonder if this is America’s future.
The Packard Plant in Detroit. Man, what a road trip. Pix and stories to come!
Ugh. I don’t think the internets want to be awake now.
Anarchy for the armpits. Yes, that’s where I want my chaos!
Shattered thoughts (another gas station night.)
I cannot write of happy things
When those thoughts elude me
I cannot write about
Long walks
The Seaside Heights boardwalk
The scent is pizza and ocean
Mixing with stale beer
The odors of gasoline and diesel
Interrupt the recollection
The sunshine
The cool breeze
Are merely distant memories
Irate customers every 5 minutes
Shattering decent thoughts
Fuels rage
With subhuman interactions
As though I was a gas dispensing machine
Unworthy of common decency
Someone once said the this is the shitty job I’d do, before becoming famous
That’s even further away
Than any Seaside memory
~me
