Brassy BART ride beneath the Bay

It’s a quiet Tuesday night in early May, around 11PM, my sweetie and I rush from a club he has just played in Oakland to BART to catch a train back to the west side of the bay…

Then it all got a little magical, in that oh so cool low key no big deal kind of way things can.

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