Because in Tucson, when it rains, the city turns to post Katrina.
I wish I had a picture of the boy on the moped.
He was soaked. From his long brown hair to his skinny black shoes.
Something about him didn't fit in my mind's picture of a Tucson July.
Instead I have a picture of a flower.
A desert flower.
It fits in my mind's picture of a Tucson July.
Sometimes things are better than my mind's picture.
Sometimes they're worse.
Like cold french fries.
awesome mental pic of the guy on a scooter :) the other day i was driving on the freeway while it was pouring and passed by 6 grumpy looking guys on harleys. It was amazing . . .in a slightly demented juvenille sort of way
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