Park Place Apartments

Okay, I’ll confess, I’m writing this simply because I haven’t written a review in a little bit. This may be meandering and non-​sensical but I write for me (+1.)
And although, I (or E?) can Eat Everything at any time, sometimes it’s good to stay home, just the Two of Us, and enjoy the place I live. Watching a Blackbird fly over, me with a glass of Hooch in hand, I think of the 50 Ways I’m Suppose to Be enjoying these days, the Dog Days are Over after all, and I’m ready to Collide with a Head Full of Doubt into spring and summer. I hear the Pitter-​Pat of little feet on the floor above me, Shaking Me Down but I gotta stay True to Myself. Someone in the distance calls, «¿Que ondo Guero?», not for me, I’m no whitey, but it fills me with a little Misery, a case of the Rainy Day Blues I suppose. Truthfully though, there’s More Than One Way Home, and we’ll get there when we get there, on this Road Full of Promise. :-)