My Boy Blue!
by Adriana
"...When you start a city, I think the first thing you need is a toothless, dirt bum.
Every effin’ time I get into a big city from the airport, the first person to greet me on the street is the same rail-thin, octogenarian dood who for some reason has to repeatedly open his bottom jaw and then bring it all the way up over his top gumz [mimics jaw motion of bum].
Philly's no different. Is this Waiting for Godot? The nonsense of it all. All the tourist ads, the movie mystique, the history of this city -- and the face of the franchise is a dirt bum with bugged out, crazy eyez -- the same dirt bum in every other major metropolis!
It’s like waking from a glorious dream of heaven to the nightmare of the underbelly of urban life. It’s like if Rocky face-planted as he ran the stepz to the Philly MOA. All of the excitement of another trip into the pulse of modernity is quickly – if briefly – vacuumed out of my soul. I feel as hopeless and desperate as a bridge dweller with torn clothez.
Anyhoo, I selfied with the poster boy for human trash. Check it out! [shows pic on phone]..."