You're in Los Angeles and it's cold. Your warmest garment is a hoodie. Fortunately it's not too cold for a hoodie, especially when you've ridden 38 miles today because they closed the path somewhere new (leading to a three mile double-back) and because you met a buddy for pizza and now that he's got a fully loaded Tesla 3 there's no room for a bike in his ride (leading to 4 miles out of the way). Unfortunately the homeless think it's cold and so they're burning garbage and tires so now you smell like campfire. WHO THE FUCK BURNS TIRES TO KEEP WARM. Tomorrow I buy groceries. At least the beer is cheap. It's funny. I can get full bottles of Baltika 7 at the local grocery store for less than I can get empty beer cans on eBay. Capitalism.