2004-05-21 - 11:07 a.m.

||Dirt Street||

When I got off the streetcar this morning there was a unshaven little old man with torn clothing ripping newly sprouted leaves off a tiny tree planted into the concrete.

"Take that...and that! If I must be this dirty, so must the rest of this city! Innovation never!"

A quick nap before the next attack!

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