Apparently this phone booth owed a guy some money.
Moment of silence for Country Fresh.
the saddest ;~;
…what cruel god’s wrath is so indiscriminant.
Public Transit Sherlock Holmes.
Cream style corn sounds like a thing an alien would serve if he was pretending to be human.
I’ve always wondered about the obnoxious amounts of sand at the front or streetcars. It could be the dead of winter and yet there it is. Is there some kind of sand hobo epidemic that I’m unaware of?