Grand Boulevard, 5:30 a.m.
You know that thing some women do when they want to apply a touch of perfume but don't want to overdo it?
Sure. They'll squeeze off a couple of spritzes out in front of them and then lean into or walk through the fragrance while it's still suspended in the air.
Well, that's sort of what I've been doing on my way to work the last couple of days. Only it hasn't been by design. And I'm not referring to cologne.
I keep riding my bike through invisible clouds of incident-aftermath skunk scent. I'm not sure if any of it sticks to me. But the stuff certainly is powerful.
Reminds me of a certain cartoon character.
