When my feet aren’t being

When my feet aren’t being scabrous bastards, there are few things I love more than a long walk where there’s no traffic.

I’ve been managing to walk home twice a day along the waterfront–once at lunch and once at night. Because I don’t have to worry about crossing the street (a hazardous proposition for one with my air-to-brain ratio), I can space off entirely. I listen to snippets of conversation from runners passing by (so, are you into AC/DC?), ignore assholes on the benches (hey! got any mumble-mumble?), say hello to the seagulls.

Often, I’m not listening at all. I’m just off in my own little world.

Luckily, as well as being traffic-free, the waterfront also features sturdy guardrails.

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