Having dinner with Dad’s Niosh friend led to us outside as they told us about the town. It was 8 pm. The sky was like the scales of an Atlantic Blue Marlin. I was shuffling some James Ferraro after the Lucy shuffling got a little too repetitive, and i then thought it’d be good to put on God of London. I sadly did not see any of the “[expletive that I can say but whatever shut up] in lingerie” Ferraro fantasizes/prophecies/foretells in his vision of consumerist cities and urban centers, I, wearing a Twin Fantasy shirt, ended up seeing some androgynous crop-tank-topped person with a mop of dark brown curls who noticed me and my Car Seat Headrest shirt, and I could clearly ascertain that they knew what I was. Dad’s work friend relayed us stories of his stories of Ybor, the arrest of alleged serial killer Howell Emmanuel Donaldson III at a McDonalds, as well as seeing a famous drama YouTuber. That seemed to be a better fit for the Ferraro vision of downtown centers: white noise.