Waiting for the bus.
To the left of me is a sassy black woman with too-tight sparkly denim clothing, high heels, and a mullet.
To the right of me is a super-cute pixie girl with blue hair, s skirt/shirt combo adorned with airbrushed flames, and a shiny Sex Pistols “Never Mind the Bollocks” purse.
I am buzzing very nicely from a $3 peach daiquiri and five delicious 35 cent tacos from the nearby South st. bar.
Gods, I love Philadelphia.