We turn onto Colfax. There are cars parked in the outmost lane of the street, blocking oncoming traffic. There are lines of people coming out of the door of a pot shop, waiting their turn to get their portion of this drug. We drive further on down the street, reaching the small stretch containing a strip club and many, many, gross, sketchy motels. Groups of people stand in the center of the parking lots, talking, men in dark clothes and one woman to each clump. I sigh. It's five o'clock on a friday, time for the stereotypical side of Colfax to shine.
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