fingers stained with chain grease; stained knuckles and stained teeth.
in the meatpacking district we got picked up by an african cabbie. he was sweating and had yellow eyes. i saw a policeman in a yamacha hassling a cross dresser with a crucifix necklace. they had buildings upon buildings lining steel canyons with garbage piling from the gutters and steam rising from metal grates in the sidewalk. i'll go back one day. not soon, but eventually.
i've been here for a month. we flew back into california on fire. a real welcome home treat. it should be a marquee event, a season opener. "come see the lush state of california burn from the bottom up." limited time offer. wildfires like the traveling circus. 30 days of summer heat in the autumn months.
he really was.
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