Steve Kournianos
@thedraftanalyst
Need some insight:
About five years ago I did a cross-country trip and stayed in Columbus at a Westin next to a small bridge. Really liked the area and got good vibes but never crossed the bridge.
Anyway, at night my wife ran out of diapers for the kid who was 6-months at the time. It was 12am and nothing was open. So I did what my GPS told me to do.
I drove across the bridge.
Now, I've been to Baghdad, Kabul and I was born and raised in Brooklyn, so I don't get rattled easy.
But what was across the bridge was straight outta Mad Max. There was a car on fire, and by fire I mean bursting in flames. hookers everywhere, including an albino one with gold fronts and a baby stroller.
Cop cars everywhere but none walking the beat and a smashed up car hulk upside down horizontal on a main avenue.
I finally found a bodega and in the parking lot was a bum fighting with EMT's over who was going to give CPR to another bum.
In the bodega I found diapers, and through the thickest bulletproof plexiglass in history I bought diapers with every language written on the package except english.
There were also six people behind the glass with one cash register.
So, can you guys fill me in on the other side of the bridge?
And no, I wasn't on acid.
About five years ago I did a cross-country trip and stayed in Columbus at a Westin next to a small bridge. Really liked the area and got good vibes but never crossed the bridge.
Anyway, at night my wife ran out of diapers for the kid who was 6-months at the time. It was 12am and nothing was open. So I did what my GPS told me to do.
I drove across the bridge.
Now, I've been to Baghdad, Kabul and I was born and raised in Brooklyn, so I don't get rattled easy.
But what was across the bridge was straight outta Mad Max. There was a car on fire, and by fire I mean bursting in flames. hookers everywhere, including an albino one with gold fronts and a baby stroller.
Cop cars everywhere but none walking the beat and a smashed up car hulk upside down horizontal on a main avenue.
I finally found a bodega and in the parking lot was a bum fighting with EMT's over who was going to give CPR to another bum.
In the bodega I found diapers, and through the thickest bulletproof plexiglass in history I bought diapers with every language written on the package except english.
There were also six people behind the glass with one cash register.
So, can you guys fill me in on the other side of the bridge?
And no, I wasn't on acid.
Yeah I think you were in Franklinton, aka "the Bottoms". But it's turning around quickly now, real estate hard to come by (I've been told). Think Bushwick, then and now: artist-led gentrification.
