MK and I were walking Bela along the Monongahela River. The buildings across the way are the Allegheny County jail complex. Here MK and Bela stand on one of the many canoe and kayak launches down by the riverside. Actually, riverS-side.
I love Pittsburgh, I really do, but living on the southside comes at a might steep price:
1. The drunks. Drunk people, or I should say, young drunk people, eat pizza after too many beers and shots and then puke all over the street. Or worse, puke and crap their pants, and then leave their filthy boxers on the street, next to their pile of vomitus. I hate that shit! Literally. Bela of course loves it, which is why beagles are in charge of nothing.
2. There is no parking. If the slightest thing is happening, like say the Mayor is eating a pierogi, then all of the parking on the south side disappears. Poof! Ravenstahl is eating a pierogi! God help us if he's washing it down with an Iron City.
3. There is no three. Really, #2 is my biggest beef. I hate the no parking. And it relates directly back to #1, the out of town drunks who come to the southside to enjoy one of the 10,000 bars that we have. And boy, even in this economy, do they come. In droves from the suburbs. Unlike Ohioans, who actually prefer imbibing at TGIFridays and Appleby's, Pittsburgh suburbanites like to slum it, but not really slum it, or they'd go to Homewood. They want an authentic 'bar' experience. Like maybe where a fight might break out, or they might get lucky and can have sex in their car with someone they just met outside of the Ukrainian Club on dollar draft night.
I know. My country roots are showing. We had plenty of parking out in the middle of nowhere.