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Life Is Short
It was two in the morning, and the streets were quiet except for the omnipresent black men in heavy jackets standing on street corners looking haunted. Stephen and I were sitting in his car, eating greasy French fries from McDonald’s ‘cause the line was too long at Wendy’s. He looks up suddenly from his pager which is an extension of his body, and looks sad. ‘A friend of mine just died in a car accident. I grew up with him. He was a great football player.”
He looks off into the distance and looks contemplative. “Life is short, babe.”
It was two in the morning, and the streets were quiet except for the omnipresent black men in heavy jackets standing on street corners looking haunted. Stephen and I were sitting in his car, eating greasy French fries from McDonald’s ‘cause the line was too long at Wendy’s. He looks up suddenly from his pager which is an extension of his body, and looks sad. ‘A friend of mine just died in a car accident. I grew up with him. He was a great football player.”
He looks off into the distance and looks contemplative. “Life is short, babe.”