Sorry, but junkies are funny. If you had seen the way this guy was hopping around his broken bicycle like a poisoned kangaroo trying to revive its dead mother, you too would have laughed in his oblivious face.
In New York, she would be rendered invisible by the hordes of women who know better than to wear the goofy shit she’s got on. But in Mexico City, she’s like a shining beacon of fantasies so depraved and horny that she can read them right there on your face. Comments/Enlarge See all
