Angel of Death Rides Through

I got off work and hit up the izakaya next door. Perks of getting dumped. I bought some beers from seven and eventually ran out. I went down six flights to get more, but even before I set foot o nthe stairs,  I could tell the city was beset with a layer of white, stinking pollution. In the course of drinknig a few beers, teh air outside went from crystal clear to so foggy with pm2.5 that even the street lights on teh same block were hazy and nebulous. Some fools here are still antinuclear power. It's hard to believe they think that a nuclear accident would be worse than what's happening now. If they build a coal plant here, I think I have ot leave.