It’s smack on 4:44. “Yea. Yeah! Yea!” “Good jaa-ob!” “Hasta la mañana, baby! Woo-hoo!” The voices just keep on rising to a roar. The setting sun flares on the horizon, then glows angrily like a ...
The 12 bucks are starting to look, well, reasonable.
Posted December 26, 2017
Stories this photo appears in:
Spontaneous food on PB seawall