You Can't Go Home Again

I spent the weekend bouncing around my old stomping grounds in Phoenix. I’d forgotten just how beautiful the old girl was. But sweet baby Jesus, have you people ever seen a single strip of land that didn’t compel you to put a damn strip mall on it? Just how many Borders-anchored shopping destinations does one city need anyway? Barry lived his whole life without a Bucca de Bepo, whatever the hell that is, but apparently you people need one on every other corner.

Even before I died Phoenix had grown way out of control but the place has exploded since I left. When I told Carl about it he just sighed and got all melancholy. Amen, brother.

On a brighter note, I couldn’t help but notice that several statues, monuments, schools and such named after yours truly had sprung up since I left. Way more than Mo.

Suck on that, ya’ Cyclops.