The red and yellow leaves are all dried up and create a carpet like path for me. They crunch and fly around as I walk over them. The buildings, green, blue, and red brick contrast with each other. The fountain, closed for the winter, stands lonely and empty. The trash cans around the town square are overflowing with trash. An old man shuffles through them and grabs bottles.
Three men in their early 30’s approach me. They are three buddies reuniting after decades apart. One, a NYC native asks me with the classic accent, what happens on a classic ‘night on the town.’ I smile and tell them the truth. Other than drinking at the pub and listening to local musicians, there’s really nothing else.
The warm coffee shop brings life to my fingers as I fill up my cup with sugar and coffee. Soft colors and quite conversation.
Again my fingers feel nothing as I wait for my bus to arrive. I pass a bench where a man is sitting. Without warning he unzips his pants and starts to piss.
Heaven: a balance between the good and the bad.
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