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Grew up near it, friends lived there. They have the Blueberry Patch! This is an outside living room with many rooms and trees and dirt and artists and drunks and writers and hippies and it’s like no other place. You go there as or after the sun sets. And once I walked the beach with Renata during Red Tide counting the dead fish washed up on the shore and I counted 333 so we decided there were 333 on the opposite coast, which added up to 666 and it was the fishy apocalypse!
People have quaint adorable artsy houses made of wood or plaster or brick and there’s a public library where you can borrow music too, and I threw up a burrito in the bathroom once.
In Gulfport, which has it’s own political system from St. Petersburg, and while St. Pete has green street signs, Gulfport’s are blue… so it’s a sub-town of a city?…Anyway… in Gulfport, the cops are KNOWN for being racists and pulling people over for the color of their skin.
But Gulfport’s home to many creative folks, and while it used to be cheap to live, I forsee inflation taking over and I hope it takes a long time for the St. Pete renovators to get to Gulfport.
