Whaaa...

Whaaat's going on with the roads? 
So stripy!

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New Voices gig. 

A reunion. Tears. Hearfelt hugs.

"Look at us making a scene DSL."

Afterwards to Bamboo for beer & sassy chat.

Homeward-bound, hostel-bound.

I request we walk because I've so missed the city & its streets. Indeed, I find myself that overcome with joy to realise we've actually reached Monument Avenue that I step straight off the sidewalk without paying due attention to the height of the kerb & land clean in the road, just as an ambulance passes by one block over.

- Shall I flag that down for you? 

Beast. 

Laughing & in pain. 

Bah. Cue one fat ankle. Ow.