Last week Jane and I walked down Fifth Street and the whole sidewalk was over run with tourists trying to get onto those horse drawn carriages. I always feel bad for the horses with those giant feathers on their heads. I mean, give them some dignity why don’t you? The air smelled like street food and that weird subway smell that comes through the grates. Men wearing suits that cost more than my old Civic walked down the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder with men covered in tattoos, and I thought, “Whoa. I live here.”
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