Dancing on the dirt in fresh white Jordans, keeping them crisp in spite of a grimy ass world that wants to sully all that touches it. Flat footing on a hunk of plywood sitting by the train tracks, tapping a beat of “fuck this”ness that matches my heart’s natural rhythm. When I finally get banished to hell, I hope they got cumbia rebajada on the shuttle bus.
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