From half a block away i can see him standing there, leaning on the weathered brick wall, slowly pulling on a cigarrette. he's almost majestic, in the animal kingdom kind of way, long and lean and unforgiving. i don't so much walk to his side, but slither, trying to stay low to the ground should i decide to flee.
"you know i wasn't always like this," he immediately tells me. "The day the accident happened, man, THAT was when things changed."
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GD:"arite, arite, arite, but before we go any further lady just stop for a second, let's just stop, just have a moment of silence man"
(pause)
"so arite think about everybody as a circle man, none of this sphere shit like real hardcore liney sketched out raw circles man, like a ven diagram on methamphetamine screwing your uncle because it needs the money, but don't we all really when it comes down to it? i mean like really aren't we all on some form of speed, pharmaceutical or otherwise?" (and, sheilding his mouth with his hand, as if to protect the worn, faded awning behind him from the cold hard truth of it all) "and it is almost always otherwise...."
"so either way man we're on the right track here. we're examining the circles man, all these intersecting circles, and in between the circles there's just ghosts and air you know like those sounds i hear sound like someone's here the space is theirs but they're not there kinda deally you know? i don't know my mom was an english teacher or some shit i just love that shit. whatever man all i'm tryin to say is whatever it doesn't even matter anyway. "
