GalvestonIt's roughly a fourty minute drive from the heart of downtown Houston to the warm beaches of Galveston Island. A new bridge brings passengers too and from the mainland as the old bridge is slowly being deconstructed all hours of the day. The traffic on this island is non-stop.The endless party. 
Cars constantly seem to be driving up and down the seawall from dusk till dawn. The Strand is always teaming with pedestrian traffic and cars. The bars, hotels, restaurants, hippy-surfers, cruising street racers and crackheads line the seawall as the police watch on suspiciously. Meanwhile the Strand in the downtown historic district is alive with jazz, blues, R&B and rock-n-roll. The smells of cajun-creole concotions spill out of restaurant doors and mix with the scents of the alcohol. Suprisingly there isn't a law prohibiting open containers on the strand and it hasn't been a problem either. People get smashes and crawl to their taxis as others have a couple drinks before scoring a gram or two of the greater problem.
Drugs, drinking and sex. Since the days of high piracy and boot-legging Galveston has never stopped being a boom town. You can get nearly anything on the island and if you can't find it someone on the docks can get it for you. Meth labs are sprouting up in the urban sprawl that sits only a couple blocks behind the resort facade. Not everything is surf, sand and sea. You either work for the tourist's party or you 'work' it. There is a dime to be made off of everyone, it's your choice how you make it. |
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