Runners in the Night + Obamanation
So, I'm walking the streets at night, keeping the neighborhood watched, and making sure everyone says hello to their mother for me. Either way, I wind up seeing a guy who's path I've crossed a couple times. Just running shirtless, with his a stick that he always holds limp in one arm at an askew angle.
It was strange to see him. I was close to my house, and I usually see him on the main streets. It looks like he started to branch out.
Let's talk about running.
Running the streets at night is entertainingly paranoid. When you go down the canal pass at US1, a concrete barrier is at your side, so none of the
street lights hit the sidewalk. It feels like your running on thin air. You look at the ground, and wonder how level it is.
Bushy sidewalks are also a bitch. I run down a narrow, dingy unlit street, with one hand in front of me, fearful of possible spider webs. I wonder how the people in the cars see me running with my hand dangled in front of me and my eyes squinting against the beam of light that's almost blinding when it pierces the darkness.
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My thoughts about that runner and running were cut short by non-stop honking from a group of people in a van that felt like a hot tub on wheels from all the hooting and hollering. "Obama! Obama! Obama!"
I come home.
"You better not go running tonight. Obama's going to win. They're gonna kill any black boy out tonight!"
What the hell does that mean? What will happen to that other guy? I mean, he's white, and he has a stick to evade politically driven beatings, so he should be okay riiight?
Surely something wouldn't happen to him that would occur...
Radio Drama coming soon!?
It was strange to see him. I was close to my house, and I usually see him on the main streets. It looks like he started to branch out.
Let's talk about running.
Running the streets at night is entertainingly paranoid. When you go down the canal pass at US1, a concrete barrier is at your side, so none of the
street lights hit the sidewalk. It feels like your running on thin air. You look at the ground, and wonder how level it is.
Bushy sidewalks are also a bitch. I run down a narrow, dingy unlit street, with one hand in front of me, fearful of possible spider webs. I wonder how the people in the cars see me running with my hand dangled in front of me and my eyes squinting against the beam of light that's almost blinding when it pierces the darkness.
***
My thoughts about that runner and running were cut short by non-stop honking from a group of people in a van that felt like a hot tub on wheels from all the hooting and hollering. "Obama! Obama! Obama!"
I come home.
"You better not go running tonight. Obama's going to win. They're gonna kill any black boy out tonight!"
What the hell does that mean? What will happen to that other guy? I mean, he's white, and he has a stick to evade politically driven beatings, so he should be okay riiight?
Surely something wouldn't happen to him that would occur...
Radio Drama coming soon!?