Imagine this, punters, if you can. I moved from South Ken in London to Windsor/Detroit in '97. (Excuse me, were you utterly insane? Apparently yes) Why? For love and adventure, obvs. That aside, I'd email friends in the UK, yes, we had email then if just, what the New MI world was like. I don't think they believed me because so very far outside the UK thing. Hey, I was pulling punches, for what it's worth.
Whatev. I understand from reliable sources on the ground that the Motor City ain't as desolate as it used to be. As in, Downtown and Wayne State zones are being reclaimed for white civilization, by white people. Possibly, hope so, and let's repeat the mantra, "It's coming back, man." Huh. Here's a song:
Huh. Crawled Outta The Trailer And Into The Big Time
You only get one shot. Well he ain't wrong, eh? Trigger pressure and muscle memory forever. So see you on 8 Mile, on the top floor of the Caddy and at the Club. So.
All Best,
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So, you're leaving Texas? Shocking.
No. I'm staying. I like it here.
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