It's been near fifteen weeks since I arrived in St. Louis and I'm wishing I had someplace to call home. Sure my apartment fits, a desolate one bedroom by the river, nice view but the smell sometimes leaves things desired as when living near any body of water.
I like the boats somedays, more when I first arrived, but now it's becoming mere transportation, a thing I'm all to familiar with. River boats command a certain graceful charm, some romantic fantasies locked away and sped down current turning against where 'sped' would be a mis-use.
I've been riding the Metro, taking in a sampling of what the city has to offer and giving these statistics to the people in charge. They pay me for the numbers, the grotesque scenes that play out before me are my own.
For instance, did you know that thirty-five cents can be made from three dimes and a nickel? A man was shouting this yesterday from Grand to Stadium.
