Frday 11th June - Notes on Asheville, North Carolina

It sounds like "Do de do Dar di do de do" when people speak. I'm sure to them, I'm the one who talks funny with a presumable 'la di da' persona. The crossover from London, Miami to small mountain city has been introspecting. Like animals at the zoo observing each other or like deciding to have a child when your holding someone Else's. Moving to Asheville was like that. I thought the it would be fabulous. 'Quaint' 'Artsy' that everyone would be pleasant and the sun would shine upon me as I strolled through the town with the mountains as my backdrop. Turns out the rage fueled roads are picturesque from a far with roadkill marking the perimeters more frequent than street lights. Downtown is pleasant with cafes, bars and restaurants, privately owned businesses...how nice? The town closes down around 11 or 12 apart from one bar. The privately owned businesses are a victory against the corporate which I applaud. Still their is a small mind mentality. A dislike for those who are not native. This primitive concept should have been washed away considering the streets are named after those from the big cities...'Lexington Ave', 'Broadway' and 'Wall Street'...I've seen busier roads in the back streets of my hometown, Bristol, England. All the attributes of a big City without the people to make it. Asheville appears to have a bad attitude and a small mind that doesn't fit the exterior. A great place for hippies with families, herbalist and a mecca for the self righteous. Look what it's done to me! Get me to NYC!!!!!!!