RoadTrip: Atlantic City

 

Despite the myriad of dire warnings, I felt strangely at ease at the Port Authority terminal.  After securing my ticket, I sank down next to a homeless man under the street awning.

“Most people don’t sit by me,” he mused.

“Would you like me to move?”

“No, I was just saying most people.”

“Well, I’m not most people.” Continue reading

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