You Do Not Belong to the City

The concrete, it is not under your feet.

Sometimes I am so amused by the things that shock my co-workers.

I mean, did you know that when you live across the alley from a hard-drinking bar, that people sometimes talk loudly in the alley at they’re leaving said bar at 2:00am? That they may occasionally vomit or pee in the alley?! Shocking stuff that.

Not that I’m a fan of witnessing the evacuation of any bodily fluids, but still. These people should not be living in the city. I hear the siren song of the suburbs acalling.