call my methods madness or call them luck

artem15s:

short write up on Baltimore, from latest issue of Esquire.

“…pockets of vibrancy surrounded by stretches of ruin; an overarching sense of police and political corruption; humid enough in the summer to melt your pants; a delicious selection of seafood pulled from polluted waters….This city, even in its decay, has a sweat-soaked, beer-stained, grim-faced cool to it; you get the sense that even if it were possible to snap your fingers and make all of Baltimore look like its rejuvenated harbor, like beautiful Campden Yards - still the best ballpark in the majors - Baltimoreans might actually resist it.”

She almost killed me a few times (literally) and we eventually went our separate ways — but Baltimore, oh Baltimore. ::Love SLAP::

(via baltiamore)