a place to hang my hat
the first thing I noticed was the dimmed neon sign, then the peeling paint the gravel crunched under my tires as I walked up to the joint I saw the seemingly askew front door propped open by a rock that matched the others lining my path suddenly an orange sphere rolled out of the door teetering on the edge of the concrete stoop a wild-eyed thirty-something appeared and in one motion scooped up the ball and dashed back inside a cheer arose to meet the return i knew then I was at ...The Right Place;,.