I'm back in my old neighborhood to visit my parents. It's been a while. I've had dreams the previous nights about talking a walk in this neighborhood. That's where I grew up. I know all the streets. They all spark memories of when I was younger. This area lives as much in my head as it in reality. While I was walking outside, I saw a grafitti on the wall that read "smoke life before it smokes you". I've never been much of a smoker, but tonight, I'll hang in the smoking area and enjoy being here.