"I started off on Burgundy, soon I hit the harder stuff!"

"An Eagle pointing at my weaknesses" (Part 1)

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I live at the dark end of the street, on the wrong side of town. 

Burgundy St. had once housed the artistic community of Olympia City; it was a hive of creativity, a bubbling, melting pot, but now the closest the majority of it's residents got to Art was a daily splattering of their porcelain bowls with shit belonging to the night before. It was sad state. A sight for sore eyes. A sore on your sad sight. It was nowhere.

I was there because I had nowhere else to be.    

I began the long walk towards the city, towards civilisation. As I rounded the corner of 22nd & 2nd I had the distinct feeling I was being followed....