Intro 1

We are golden. The rats and the brats and the self-taught masters. Tripping through the streets with eyes wide like rainbow spinners. Today I looked around at the faces and decided once again that I love this city and what we’ve done with it despite the forces working against all things free and easy. The formerly new crop all grown up but still replete with scheming scumbags and wily junkies. For every clean smile there is a stained and yellow one just as for every bright eye there is a black one.