Most days I love it here.
But tonight, after riding around in a taxi for an hour, smelling the fumes of cigarettes, gas, and body odor, listening to horns and arab techno, watching person after person stare, sweating from the heat of the summer night, having everything take twice as long because people insist on walking out or pulling out in front of the car, or creating three lanes instead of one, or double and triple parking so that three legitimate lanes have to merge into one, I just want America and Mexican food.
But tonight, after riding around in a taxi for an hour, smelling the fumes of cigarettes, gas, and body odor, listening to horns and arab techno, watching person after person stare, sweating from the heat of the summer night, having everything take twice as long because people insist on walking out or pulling out in front of the car, or creating three lanes instead of one, or double and triple parking so that three legitimate lanes have to merge into one, I just want America and Mexican food.
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We want you back too.
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