2nd street, 2nd Ave. Shit can’t even remember where I was. It rained, most nights, and most days too. The smokes were cheaper, the people kinda trickier, In the People with their trailers. 1800-OUR-Town, Does it still exist, was it even there, was it all apart of my lapsed imagination? Who knows and who cares. We threw a party, and all the kids were invited. We cooked up a feast, for all the kids on the streets. Took em’ in , gave them showers, and a place to lay their head. Gave them bread, and memories to fill their head. Most ,memories they faded, My visions they invaded, the spots, those damn cops and their silly town laws. I wouldn’t give to do it again, not the way I used to live. Maybe in the future, I will remember Tuscon forever.