I was just little mister urbanite on our little shopping trip, whipping out credit cards and twenties and intense street navigation knowledge and all that. And i jaywalked like a whore. Philly is just a jaywalking city … there’s no reason to cross politely. None of my friends really grasped that, so it was left to me to lead them across lots of middle-of-the-block crossings with lots of rainy cars bearing down on us like stampeding cattle. Plus i had my scarf all wrapped around my neck and was wearing dark jeans and my faded maroon leather jacket. i’m a city-boy thru and thru.