The Dragon's Den

I rolled into town early this morning. The sun was barely up. I watched some kids playing basketball on an urban blacktop until things opened.

I've checked into some flea bag motel. I forgot how fucking expensive everything is here. If I'm going to afford food I'm going to need to figure out a better solution than this. Something a little more permanent maybe. Guess I'll stick around for awhile. Had enough of the road.

It's weird being back so close to home. I remember coming over as a kid. Getting stuck in the tunnel in a traffic jam for hours. Mom would even pack a lunch for the ride.

It's been years and I'm still tempted to go back sometimes. Maybe that's why I ended up here. But what would be the point? There's nothing left for me there.