Warrensburg

at the right time of the day, warrensburg can be an interesting town. 

old men in top hats with cameras, dressed from the 70's. 

it has it's quarks. 

chinese restaurants and owners that remember you and never fail to ask how your day was. 

photo students taking pictures downtown. 

old people sitting in their wheelchairs, sitting close to pine street but far enough away only to get a taste of warrensburg's youth. 

the youth they once had. 

young, odd, mismatched couples sitting on benches in front of the courthouse. 

the warm weather that brings them out form hiding. 

the smell of college students bbq'ing throughout the town, with loud music constantly echoing throughout. 

live bands outside my bedroom window at east pine pub, blending with johnny's wild crew. 

the youth, in general. 

and people that like to party. 

lots of cats and lots of creepers. 

every bars uniqueness that attracts it's own group of people. 

and the few unique people you will find there. 

the teachers that admire their students.

and the teachers that don't care.

and the one's you occasionally see at the bar. 

the freshmen that dress in their finest to go to lowclass bars. 

the people that are always looking. 

the train. 

oh god, the train.