It's 10:46 pm. The beer gardens are over. The jetboaters are resting up, or... doing whatever they do the night before a race. For a moment, no traffic or partying can be heard. The ravens are asleep. A blackbird is singing down by the river.
Like I always say, I love this town... just not for the human factor.
Like I always say, I love this town... just not for the human factor.
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