…After the party I cycled back home, mildly wobbly and with a midnight chill against my face.
At the intersection of 11th Street and I-35 a green light was on my side and I sped through.
To my right a luminous-white Hummer stretch limousine waited at a red and to my left a homeless guy carrying a rucksack and dressed as if he was about to do the Marathon de Sables waited to cross the road.
He saw me and raised an arm in greeting.
I managed to lift my left hand off the handlebar in acknowledgement before I’d raced on by, wondering if perhaps America is just guilty of stripping away the veneer and showing the world for what it is.