when in rochester...

stand on a porch, in a circle, and blow cigarette smoke towards the street. look across the way and see a parking lot, in an odd shape -- like a serpent curled into a box. flanking it on the left is a church with a tall spire. on the right is an intersection that in the few hours i've stared at it has mostly been empty. a girl who is standing next to me in the circle remarks that she'd like to take a picture of it sometime, and i don't see why she wants to. the cigs run dry quickly, and someone pulls out a key, and we all troop inside.