my friend ken used to work for the city of los angeles. at lunchtime, many of his coworkers would gather in the basement food court. ken said that it was a pretty bizarre scene: white collar workers in khakis, suits, pressed shirts, sitting at the tables, picking up chinese express noodles with chopsticks and instinctively […]
dance.
February 7th, 2002 · by John · No Comments
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