After living on Capp St for two years, I rarely do more than glance at what people abandon in the street. But then there’s this: a perfectly good wheelchair just chilling on the side of SVN, begging to be raced down a slalom of trash at The Park.
After living on Capp St for two years, I rarely do more than glance at what people abandon in the street. But then there’s this: a perfectly good wheelchair just chilling on the side of SVN, begging to be raced down a slalom of trash at The Park.