Roxy: There’s this network of pressurized vacuum tubs underneath the sidewalk. The meters drop off their reservoir every three or four hours, it sucks through the tube and dumps back into the basement of the 7th Street Parking Office.
Mason: My God, really?
Roxy: You got shit for brains, man. I’ve got the keys and these bad boys hold more than you think.
“Well, the wind is real, but you can’t see the wind. You know, you can only see the leaves rustling in the trees. Pain is real but you can’t see pain. You can only see tears. Happiness is real, but you can’t see happiness. You can only see the smile on someone’s face. “