motherfucking summer in the motherfucking city:
Just like ol Reggie Spector once wrote, it’s quite a pleasant experience. (I’m paraphrasing) It’s been over like eighty the last few days here in Philly, and there is absolutely a palpable difference in the overall vibe of everybody out and about. I’m just returning to work after two days off of rambling all over this place on my ‘72 Raleigh with a backpack full of Genesee’s (original, not Cream, obvi), but that’s probably a good thing as it’s only April and my pale skin and liver aren’t quite ready for full blown Summer Funnin’. So, yeah, I forgot that seasons are pretty cool.
