Little Rock, you're so bad at so many things. If it weren't for your irresistable charm, I'd leave you. That, and my lack of plans. Does the world really get more interesting, though, than the sight of a drunk guy playing easy listening jazz from his boom box at the corner of Scott and 7th, across from the bizarrely massive Al Pike temple, now vandalized with a line of black 666s (behold! Christ-y graffitti! maybe just the dregs of anti-catholicism), while blue lights flicker in the distance on a warm, humid February night? Yes, things get much more interesting than that. But you have to appreciate the interesting things as they come to you. At least I leave in an eclectic neighborhood.