Nassau Street

I can get a bus on Pearse Street in the evening after work. It comes at a very reliable time as it is the first stops on the route. But sometimes I am ready to go home a half-hour before it is scheduled, so I walk past the stop and all the dog shit this part of the city hosts (so, so much) and get a bus from Nassau Street.

The past few weeks, when it hasn’t been raining down mercury, this has been a delight. It is debs season, and all the teens now either look like they’re starring in Hackers or Less Than Zero. There are so many silver dresses. No one’s hair looks like it knows the name Peter Mark, and aren’t they better off.