Was witness this morning to an inordinant amount of spilled bisquits and gravy in the city. First a young girl puking out of a camaro, on the docks, then a homeless man puking in friendship park, sitting on a ballistrade. I passed an old man walking hand in hand with a child, amidst a flurry of pigeons. This visage carried me up past the sweeping
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