the twin bridges seperate jersey city from newark, but exists in really "transitional" parts of both cities. the part where the hackensack river twists its' way around tall, abandoned housing developments and factories.
it's so strange for me to think about the fact that these cities in north jersey just seem to exist amongst themselves; they don't have much in the way of "tourism" (aside from old churches, synagogues and graveyards) so there's no reason for other people to really go there. the area is so tight-knit and there's a lot of trust.
i could see my bridges from the kitchen window of the second apartment i lived in in jersey city. &the polaski skyway. home.
i always wanted to show someone the inner guts of where i'm from. i still do.
i always want to see towns people important to me grew up in. it's rare that i get to.
nobody lives where they're from anymore, it seems.
blah, that's what i get for watching the sopranos.
i think i'm almost not sick.
when i was in olympia i never got "sunday syndrome." now i'm back in dc and have it on a saturday. i'm stoned and hanging out on camping furniture. mama said knock you out.
today is stupid. i think i might not be sick anymore though.