Inflatable rats in the backs of pick-ups. Being told to go fuck myself by a child (yes, a child) when I refuse to give him spare change. Some of the best stores in the States. Canvas shoes in the rain. American dreams and broken dreams on the same street. Layers. Learning, the hard way, the difference between a local and an express. Seasons you can see and smell. Walking down the street without somebody assuming you can't afford a car.
It's Friday. Don't forget to look up, even at the expense of looking like a tourist
