Watching a city die before your eyes hurts so much. Not a day goes by that I don’t notice a new “for lease” or “our new hours” sign. 8 pm downtown feels like midnight back in the day.

And no amount of douchy, overpriced, overrated, purge worthy, low/no energy restaurants and bars will make up for it. At most, these are like life support to create an illusion that this is still “the city”.

And there isn’t a thing I can do about it except bitching, complaining, and reminiscing on better times.