But that’s just me. Maybe I’m not adventurous enough.
I’m sitting on the walklet eating a slice of potato-pesto, when a dude in a burgundy robe wanders into traffic and attempts to pluck an antenna topper off a moving automobile. He misses, the car bumps him and he spins across the double yellow lines and into another moving car. He bounces off that one, finds his footing, regains his composure, mutters some swears and then goes back to bumming cigarettes from patrons at Revolution:
Note that he is wielding a bright-blue broomstick for some reason.
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