Let me tell you about the guys on Twelfth Avenue.

I’ve never before met such genuine and accepting people.

They’re in a constant state of cut-throat, sarcastic debate.  But at the end of the day, or 10:30 a.m., a free beer and a cigarette is never far around the corner.

Harmony among six men in a house is bought and sold with moderately addictive chemicals.

The guys on Twelfth Avenue let us sleep in their living room for two nights.

Honestly, I’ve never seen the place so clean.

The living room was cleaner than any of their own rooms.

As far as the city, Columbus isn’t the best place to stay, but it’s not the worst either.

Great friends can cover a multitude of deficiencies.

Columbus seems to be caught in its awkward years, and no one seems to be able to figure out how to take it from a 12 year old boy with a wee bit of armpit hair to a responsible adult.

The suburbs are draining the city of its resources, and a step forward in one area of town seems to be met by a step back in another.

The city sees its greatest hope in the development of downtown living.  High-rise condos are priced high and rising.

But no one seems to want to move in.  It could be because there’s barely a spot in the downtown area open past 6:00 p.m. on a weekday.

I don’t even know where you would buy groceries.

Without anywhere to go or anything to do, the cart is officially ahead of the horse.

The public transportation is non-existent.  Like the rest of the city, the bus system shuts down at 10 p.m.

The nightlife is slowly growing in downtown Columbus.  The city management’s best option is to patiently await the organic development process.

Anything else is just a waste of resources.

But that’s the government’s middle name.

Andy, Noah, Boliver, Gordon, Ryan and Stevon, thanks for letting us use your sofa bed.