
short write up on Baltimore, from latest issue of Esquire.
“…pockets of vibrancy surrounded by stretches of ruin; an overarching sense of police and political corruption; humid enough in the summer to melt your pants; a delicious selection of seafood pulled from polluted waters….This city, even in its decay, has a sweat-soaked, beer-stained, grim-faced cool to it; you get the sense that even if it were possible to snap your fingers and make all of Baltimore look like its rejuvenated harbor, like beautiful Campden Yards - still the best ballpark in the majors - Baltimoreans might actually resist it.”
She almost killed me a few times (literally) and we eventually went our separate ways — but Baltimore, oh Baltimore. ::Love SLAP::
To sum it up: Baltimore is the frumpy girl everyone feels bad for in class that no one knows is a serious babe and awesome because she doesn’t give two fucks about all the other kids in class and doesn’t want any new friends—and she doesn’t want pity acknowledgement from DC, gtfo.
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