Feb 07, 2008 21:38
...last I know, I was getting off a train going south from D.C.
Now I ain't no world traveller but I know this place ain't on that route.
Someone wanna tell me where I am and when all them lights and noises gonna stop?
I don't like it when I can't tell if someone about to walk up behind me and shoot me. You wouldn't either if you was me.
one-man religion out of baltimore,
trying to maintain dignity
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As in Washington?
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...course, this place ain't on no map of mine neither.
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I lived outside of D.C. for a number of years. I suspect it remains the same.
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That ain't important now. What is--you got anything on a way out of here?
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I grew up there.
...no way out.
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[ignoring that "no way out" thing, because it's obviously not true; that doesn't make any sense]
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What's your name? I'm Saya.
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Never thought I'd be in a situation where a girl from Locust Point the most familiar thing to me.
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May I recommend you try to avoid the Underground.
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I ain't had housing troubles in a while. What's this Underground?
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Parts of the Underground are safe, I would assume, for anyone with more than two brain cells to rub together. However, other parts are inhabited by things that don't like to share space.
The Warehouse always has room, but it's not particularly comfortable in terms of luxury. However, I don't find myself thinking that you'll care.
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...thanks, though. For the advice.
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