On the way home, my 6 block walk…

A drunken man sang from the doorway of a closed Mexican restaurant, “She got a big butt, but she got a small brain.” Over and over again. You could hear him…crooning from several blocks away.

It was almost 8 pm on Valencia and tired from a long day of work, I couldn’t help but smile.

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