I live in The South. I hate The South. I’m fed up with people who tell me that other places are The Same. I’ve been to other places. A lot of them I could care less about. Then there’s the few. These few have an energy about them. You feel the city’s lifeblood divert and flow through you as you wander its streets. You’re re-charged. Quickened.
If you are in the same situation and somebody, whether it’s a well meaning friend or some jackfuck off the street, tells you other places are the same…I say scream, “BULLSHIT!.” “I’ve dreamed of better places. I’ve read of exotic locales. Hell, I’ve even been to a few of them. I know they exist.”
If a place makes you “feel” again, it is definitely not The Same.
