Hell City, We're Coming Home

I had the strangest experience today. I woke up, and wanted to go to the mall. Only because I know I need some new clothes, and I wanted lots of choices. I go to malls about once a year - if that. Seriously. It's just not my thing, that's all. Not my kinda place, if ya know what I mean. Shopping malls help me understand why I don't want to live in the suburbs. Malls show me how much I love the city. Detroit may be Hell City, but it's my city, I love it, and I should be supporting it instead of a pit of conformity like a shopping mall.