text:  I drive around to places used to mean a lot to me. To see the life that changes ages like a novelty. Like back in college, I would walk around the campus. Now the buildings represent a certain distant type of language. I hear the chatter from the younger in me. Who used to go to every open mic to kill an MC. Who used to hustle all the music using downloaded beats. Defeat was not a part of dialogues that I would just speak.