Into the sun

14th & 8th
I remember when this place was full of tranny hookers (or maybe they were just trannies, I wasn't exactly shopping). It always had the steam table and I'd come here for the mac and cheese because sitting in that tray all day it'd be thick as roofing tar by the time I got there after working at the bar.
Anyway, I have no idea why I kept this picture. Maybe it's the mental associations. There's something about the dizziness of staring into the sun that I feel in this cyclist. The pattern on the window makes it look like he's not in focus but he is.