Post 3555: Scenes From A Wednesday

Breakfast. Two eggy burritos from the clown's place. Also all I had to eat today until 6:15 p.m.

A fat fuck and a fucked-up scooter. Beautiful day, though.

That's it for the photo essay, since the rest of the day was a fucking blur. Constant one-after-the-other customers, delivery guys and/or phone calls, and zero Josephine, today.
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