hold the roaches...

there's really no place like it. i feel jipped. i didn't get enough time there after i came to peace with the city. nine months as a grown up, single, liberated (i can say that!) woman was not enough. i miss everything, all the crappy things, and all the things that are no place else (certainly not here). looking at these pictures made me so nostalgic. even his pictures of trash on the street, plastic cups and beer bottles, made me miss home. i miss my crappy apartments. about the only thing i don't miss is the roaches. and there were a lot of them.