theredbaron

Believe it or not;
Baron isn't at home
He's got away from the big 'B'

He mustn't be home
or he'd rip up the town

WHERE COULD HE BE?



BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I'M NOT HOME.






Out of school. Not in Boston.
A train took me here. The streets are cracked and broken. The city has a layer of filth over it.
People roam through the thick fog; without destination, without hope.
The neon lights beg me to indulge in deadly sins, while everyone around me worships saints with everything they have.
There is an unmistakable undercurrent of tension, of malaise.

I rather like it here.