the El: every time I get on, there's a small part of me that things maybe, just maybe, I'm going to be in a car that will unwillingly host a Step Up 2 (the Streets) surprise subway dance-off. I know it won't happen, but it'd be nice.
driving: whatever neighborhood is between Temple and my house (what is it? Old Kensington?) makes me hate where I live*. Not the actual spot where my house is, but the spots around it, and having to get there.
music: on that one rap station, they have all the weird radio station remixes that feature a lot of air horns and other noises. Most of it I can handle. Sirens though? Freak me out. Every time, I'm looking in my mirror for those flashing lights.
*the one thing I do like about that neighborhood is the weird Native/African/Southwest/Philly-mosaic sculptures that are in every vacant lot. They're all big weird, feirce, pointy animals and totems in bright colors with horns and mirrors.
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