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San Vicente at Midnight

Stepping off the curb, one man was whining to the other: “It’s always the same with you. You never do anything different. Everytime you go out it has to be some ghetto-ass Mexican thing.”

And the other one replied, “Nah, I just don’t go out looking for dick every night”

The first one said, “Well, that’s all well and good, but does it always have to be so ghetto-ass Mexican?”

And the second said, “Well, that’s just me. I am a ghetto-ass Mexican.”

The first man sighed dramatically and said, “Yes, but I wish you’d experiment more.”

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We reached the other curb. They carried on walking down San Vicente, and I got on the 704.

Also on the bus were: a very large man with his bus pass seemingly glued to his lower lip; a girl wearing a shirt that said “I ONLY DATE DJ’S”, errant apostrophe and all; a man laden with late-night groceries who inadvertently hit me in the face with a jar of peanut butter; the porn actor from “Sweetzer to Vermont”; and a boy with “H O P E” tattooed across his knuckles.

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