These little nuggets are unbearably cute. Watch for them if you're driving in Riverside. Kinda sucks they're bathing in and drinking some dirty shit water off a curb downtown.
These little ones deserve the good shit, just like we all do.
Riverside here.
The desperation has gotten the best of me. Somebody stop the trains. I've never been able to replicate Singleton's clam chowder down in Mayport because these fucking trains just yank me out of my groove and I wake up really sweaty in the morning and then force myself to eat some aforementioned ocean-washed chilly clam gazpacho. I don't really know why, but other choices are slim these days. And then I hear the train again.
I'm already spending 300 dollars a month on therapy. Serious answers only.