I watched you sing to yourself as I waited for my ride. Earphones on....rings and things on your face you sang out loud and clear. I watched one woman wait for her ride and look at me questioningly after she looked at you briefly. We were are on Johnson...a street famed for its uniqueness, its people,its style or lack thereof and one should expect this. I took out my camera, I so wanted to snap you but didn't want to break you out of your arias...so I took rooftops and building facades and busied myself...still listening to you warble. I went home thinking about nuttiness and my town and how I envied your freedom to sing out like no one could hear. I hope you never stop feeling this freedom.
Take care.
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