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| It's so cold out. My car has broken down, yet again. If that wasn't the worst, it's 7:30pm and I'm just getting out of work, on a holiday. The streets in the business district are as deserted as a ghost town. I'm standing on the corner of a major intersection, waiting for the street car to appear and whisk me away to my apartment uptown. I stand there, bouncing up and down trying to warm myself up. There's a long metal pole in front of me and as I stare at it, I can't help but conjure images of A Christmas Story in my head. The rattling of the cable car distracts me and I gratefully hop into it's warmth after handing my money over to the driver. He's a middle aged black man, with headphones on and he doesn't acknowledge me. The street car is almost empty. The mushroom lady with the fluffy black hair is sitting behind the driver. A Chinese man with a camera and an older gentleman congregate in the middle of the aisle. And the beautiful Brandon Boyd (Incubus lead singer) look ...
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