In this city, everyone is the same;
he girls are all dressed the same, the boys all look and act the same.
If you were to find someone different, it's like finding a flower growing from the cracks in between a concrete sidewalk.
It's not the place where I was born, but it's the place where I grew up, the only place I have ever known.
This place has nothing special. There are no tourist attractions, regardless of what commercials the town might make about the "art, night-life, food or people" trying to lure people to this town that doesn't live up to the word "excitement".
There is no night-life except for clubs that have almost always ended the night with a shooting or stabbing in the parking lots. All the restaurants, people, art, it's all the same. This boring place with similar people. I have to call it home. There's no other place I can personally call home that would actually live up to the name.
Until then, it's nothing but El Paso, day-in and day-out. This is "home".
Created: Apr 26, 2017that_girl_kat1 Document Media