I was taught never to talk to strangers. Now I make a living off of it.
And by make a living, I mean it makes me feel alive.
Every stranger seems stranger than the last, but I’m only interested in the odd ones (like me).
Dane Fallon, Center City, Philadelphia, 3.22.12
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