when you office above a pub, life is more colorful. i can go downstairs and order a boulevard and some sliders for lunch. and i know it's time to go home when they turn up the music and i can feel it in my feet.
and then there are the bright, crisp march mornings when you open your car door and narrowly avoid putting your alligator heel down in a puddle of dried vomit.
c'est la vie.
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