bustling, full, neon and gritty.
It’s fast and loose.
And I like it. Alot.
I just walked by a pizza joint. I remember being there a few years ago at 4 a.m. with three of my best lady friends. I looked in the window and saw “our” table.
Things change so much and then not at all.
Because I just might swing by again, late tonight, jonesing for a traditional grease fix.