This morning walking to work I dodged rain and roof water slides as I wove through Broadway's remnants from the weekend. Rounding a tight corner (and just missing a man walking out of a cheap hotel) I came to a grate where I ATE IT so hard. Ouch!!! Another man was walking by and he turned - in what I thought was a random act of kindness - to blow smoke in my face and then keep on walking. Nice.
Side-note: "I fall to pieces" is from an old country song. My mom's cousin once told us a story of when he was dancing with the Austin ballet and did a performance on a unicycle to this song. When cheered on for an encore, instead of wheeling perfection, he spun around and promptly fell into the orchestra pit.
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