Or, How I learned to stop worrying and love sleep deprivation, huge crowds and wonderful toys
This is the real ghost train. San Diego, Wednesday night, downtown, after dark. All that's here is a smattering of oases of light, from cheap drug stores to greasy spoons offering a "really big Taco Plate" for $3.50. The streets, for now, are mostly empty, and those riding the trolley around you ar ... More >>
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