The calm and peaceful nature of a Christmas Day is always one of the most pleasant to be creeping around the train yard, even at the edge of drug-addled places. Everything slows down. Sunday mornings can be like that, too. I remember living in Richmond in the ‘90s, when it was always in the top 2 or 3 of murder capitals in America, and on Sunday mornings, you could still ride pretty much anywhere in the city without danger, because there was just a universal truce briefly. Christmas is like a larger version of that. I wish we could have days like that once a month, where everything just shut down, and it was known that no stores were going to be open at all, not even gas stations, and you just didn’t do shit but chill. That whole “peace on Earth” concept is way closer to “you gots to chill” than most folks are able to realize. We really do gots to chill.
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