Coming home on a late Friday night

There was a typical mix of young revelers and tired working class sustaining a resigned dignity among the drunken revelers.

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Going Home

Thursday night I had dinner with some friends. I walked to the el california stop and there was a gaggle of intoxicated hipster boys who were not sure about which side of the stop they were on. They were pretty. My guess is they’re in a visiting band or they have classes together and are […]

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