an odd ode

from caribbean fare to costa rican dreams i bring you beverly in all it's glory: the city of bars and broken hearts. nestled between towns of the rich and the one with the witches, a friday night here will cure a sober mind and bandage the wounds of unwantedness. take heed men of essex and salem: we come, bearing ourselves: the most non-average bar women you'll ever meet, and we will not go home with you! (but we do accept drinks... thank you)

ah beverly, i miss the walking-distances through pseudo white-trash neighborhoods, your false artsy students overhyped on caffeine and nicotine, your boston meathead men smelling of beer, and your gentle persuasion of gordon alums. no fear- soon i shall return...