Not that long ago there was a road filled with expensive places full of expensive things. In the summers, its inhabitants would fly away to cooler lands where they would air kiss one another but never actually touch. (You know, germs.) Then some new neighbors moved in. Neon shined through their windows, cutting through the stagnant, dusty particulate suspended in the air. It hit puddles, car windows and the blinking displays of parking meters to reflect a thousand directions. Soon, the entire street was saturated in psychedelic beams. Then, they came.
Youth, many of whom had never visited this part of town before, ascended en masse. Amplifiers flipped on. Bicycle tires kissed and shared locks.
A loud creaking disrupted the hum of unmanned gear as dozens of rusty hinges swung open. The street dwellers emerged, stepping into the brilliant glow. They were so thirsty: the air had been so dry. So the youth held the legs of the elders and taught them how to do keg stands. Then everyone made out. The end.
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