of his artistic vision. So, this place can't be all that vacuous. It is a place of happiness, loss, sadness, love, despair, murder, thievery, generosity, diversity, life, and death. It encapsulates all that the human experience can offer. I should know because I grew up there. This piece of South Seattle is both shitty and beautiful.
The dusty jukebox cracking through
the cackle of a beered-up crone--
wagered wine--sudden need to dance--
these remain in the black debris.
Although I know in time the lake will send
wind black enough to blow it all away.
-Richard Hugo, White Center poet
it's made up of an albertsons, a library, porn shops, bars, mcdonalds, and the rest is like the fucking projects.
Everyone's rude and they thinks they're the shit.
The schools and bus system FAILS.
It just fucking sucks all around, don't go there unless you wanna get robbed or shot...
Person 2: YEAH!
Person 1: Damn that sucks.
Person 2: Yeah I know.