From downtown to home.

Walk out of my parent's restaurant. Turn to the left and see the pre-school that I attended. Remember how I used to sleep in the back of the restaurant while my parents were working. Take a right and walk past the ledges I used to skateboard by when I was 15. See the smoke shop and bar that are right by. Walk further down. Notice the huge walk I still have ahead of me. Pass the homeless shelter that is always empty. They must have gotten homes. Start venturing up the large hill that occupies much of the journey home. See the pizza place that was once bombarded when they offered 23 cent pizza. Walk past the old Victorian style houses, there are white people sitting on their porches sipping various things out of coffee mugs. It's probably coffee, or maybe tea. See a couple young kids playing around on bicycles. Pass the Dominoes, contemplate cutting through the woods and cemetery to make it home quick. Decide I'd rather stop by the Circle K station and pick up a vitamin water. There's a white dude mowing his lawn. I stop into the Circle K and there are people buying milk and eggs. Peanut butter as well. Start the short walk home from here. There are people outside sitting and barbecuing. I think they do it everyday. Walk over the bridge that overlooks state route 13. Remember the time I sat there for two hours. Make it home, Mom and Dad are sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner, my brother's entertaining them with a story from the day.

Mansfield is not the most exciting city.