In these loud hours of the morning as the parade of click clicking heels go by I am wishing I had brought a jacket and that the buses ran more frequently or festival sponsor yellow cab would give me a ride home.
Remember the days when the boulevard was crawling with prostitutes who would ask want a date want a date and now are there just as many only they aren't asking that? I'm looking now at these zebra heels and wondering.
I like volunteering at the festival but the long way home among the throngs out in the nighlife not so much.
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