For the previous two nights, I’ve hopped off the bus closest to where I’m staying then bolted home like a runaway slave.
Ready Set Go! Run KalaLea Run! Don’t look, just run!
See after 9 o’clock or so, the area becomes a nesting ground for the homeless and addicted. I don’t know from where they come but the vibe is sketchy at best. Emaciated men and women covered in last week’s soot lay on the streets,
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