Sep 7, 2025
closed for: @callme-harris
where: lost spirits, morning of the 29th
"Careful where you step," Sal advises Harris as he spots him about to step inside the store, most of the floor leading in littered with shards of glass that originated from the now smashed window pane of the storefront door.
With his hands on his hips, he looks around at his looted business space without a single notion of where the hell he should even start with cleaning up the chaos that had clearly occurred after nightfall.
"At least someone had a fucking party."