One sip of this towns' storm-water runoff would leave you drunk, stoned, high, and diseased for the rest of your life.
To the passed covered in dust, those on the curb soaking wet, and those in the fast lane driving through puddles. Cheers to the passengers aboard The Number 26
To the ones taking deep breaths, and to the ones with exasperating sighs. To the ones gasping for air, their mouth just above water.