Friday July 26, 2002
Under the overpasses of West Oakland. Tuesday night. I had opened the shutter on her Sinar and gone on about my business, futzing with other cameras, when suddenly Lyndsey screamed something like, "Oh my god, the fucking train's moving! You lucky bastard".
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