The city of Saint Cloud. Or as I like to call it, the city of broken glass.

I'm not sure if these glass-breaking people are trying to christen unseen ships or celebrate Jewish weddings, but it is clear that there are numerous individuals, or perhaps a group of extremely devout bottle-busting ones, who have made it their duty to scatter shards of pointy shrapnel everywhere.

I walked two blocks to the library and the bottoms of my foamy sandals look like the face of the moon, or perhaps like gravel pits if you were to view them from the air.

Hopefully I never biff it running in this town. I might need an ambulance.

posted by Brett @ Wednesday, July 26, 2006