The city was radiant and I felt untouchable.
Girls, now, they wear leggings. As pants. It's embarrassing. Just parading their coochies around town.
I came here in a car like everybody else. In a car filled with shit I thought meant something and shortly thereafter tossed on the street: DVDs, soon to be irrelevant, a box of digital and film camera...
That was what it took me some time to see the snow falling in the window at the end of the bar. Whispers rose among the guests, they pointed to the street. Their heads turned in a reverent row. Thin s...