yea...that's where I was, you can probably fill in the blanks on what that means about me.
But I can't believe that's the nice part, I remember sitting outside at night, chain smoking, and hearing siren after siren after siren, and around Menniger it was taco stand after pawn shop after taco stand.
But to be perfectly honest despite the ghettoness of the place, I would move back to Houston in a second, it was an awesome place to live. I bet you feel the same way.
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