Riding across brooklyn towards the city of New York aka Manhattan. Surrounded by strangers of all race, color and religion. Some are listening, some are talking too loud and others are reading. A pretty girl with white skin, red hair and green eyes – painting her face in different shades – hues of different colors. High School kid with a mohawk thinking he is the only one and no one can understand him – while an older man – a teenager in the 80’s looks at him with a smirk as if to say – been there, done that.
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