München Takeout
LA pigeons followed me to Munich's layer-cake grids and mile-high shopping districts. Smells of rental backseats turn to late nights in the city crawl surrounded by polite drunkards and beer-sworn allegiances. Folks grin with brushstrokes of various sauces on their flushed cheeks, midnight snacks finger-painted onto plastic cups that you can return to the bartender for 2 euros. I would say people are so eco-conscious here, but that assumption is clouded by the shared chimney dust of a nearby clique whose cigarette butts are still roasting, even on the cobbled road. I suppose the party never stops in this dreamy village-city. There are hardly any children, fewer homeless, and less so any sense of dread or anxiety when inebriated and wandering the mazing streets whose buildings huddle so close together it's a miracle the air could be cold at all. I feel that I am being whispered to as I wedge myself past lines of sirs and ladies waiting to use the nearest restroom, and restaura