Sitting in traffic on Saturday afternoon, a grungy-looking dude was leaning against a wall by the side of the road, his shoes kicked off in front of him.
"Pipes for sale," he'd mutter as the cars inched past, "Pipes for sale."
In the drivers seat, JFJ grimaced. Thinking he was perturbed by the street sale of drug paraphenalia, I made some mild complaint about the large homeless presence in the area. JFJ looked a little surprised and shook his head to indicate that's not what his expression meant:
"I was just thinking, he should be a little more enthusiastic. You know, it's not a very effective business model."
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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