Okay Just a Thought Guyz I Luv David Dews Work. As red traffic lights flash green and headlights shimmer off of slick streets amidst a storm of angry car horns, I cringe, panic stricken, until I notice the sidewalk. The sidewalk peers up at me through a flood of hydrated workers fleeing from their nine to five inconveniences, protecting their weathered brows, from tiny wet spears with headlines from the New York Times. As quickly as it started the flood dissipates into calm silence and I observe the sidewalk, cracked and bruised from a stampede of Gucci heels and Oxford soles, and then for a split second I can relate.
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