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friday, september26
It is 9:30 am and the lady who empties the green metal garbage bins
asks if I have a lock for my bicycle.
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It is 12:30. A lunch truch is parked outside and a man with one
leg swings by on crutches.
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It is 3:30. Clusters of men stand around cars. The hoods are up
and so is the music. Rap.
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It is 6:30 and a man asks what I'm getting ready to do. Taking
a picture. He says if they made a golf course at the end of the block he
would just watch.
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At nine thirty, I didn't make it back. I'd used all my film and had
already biked about 96 blocks to get to this place at least four times.
And then, I'd spent some time wandering around looking at details:
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