Driving through South Bay Center territory 5 days a week for school dropoff, I often have recurring thoughts:
- Gosh I miss Jenna
- Shopping at SBC is fun with Jenna or Erica
- OMG that’s a really pregnant woman smoking
- There’s a lot of crazy drivers around here. Shit, fire truck! Shit, ambulance! ah, is that really a meth cage?
And then, “Lord help this bicyclist on Southampton Street.”
And speaking of the Lord …
Why do I GO here, ever!!??
Oh yeah, Target Bliss.