Discordance at Circle K.
Last night I was up late finishing some homework and running out of steam, so I walked down to Circle K to get a soda and a candy bar. I recognized the clerk; we exchanged greetings. I noticed the store was empty save us and he had a cigarette in his ear so I told him I was leaving and wasn't coming back in until he got a smoke break, for which he was grateful. A man in a yellow raincoat started cutting through the parking lot.
Apparently he wasn't supposed to for the clerk yelled, "You'd better get out of here. I told you once already." To which the man in the yellow coat replied, "*#&@, **(&^$%, !@$%#@, !#$$%^%^@!"
The clerk threatened to call the cops.
A man sitting on a bucket who had been asking for change yelled at the man in the yellow coat, who responded, "%^@$ @@$%^&$# &*%&*%&*!"
The man sitting on a bucket became the man standing next to a bucket and revealed some knives from beneath his coat.
The clerk said, "You better not throw another rock through my window," and the man in the yellow coat smiled with delight, having just come up with a wonderful idea, and with spring in his step walked over to a loose slab of concrete and smashed it on the ground breaking it into an array of brilliant, window-breaking size pieces. He said, "&*@$ you, I @@$%^& and your mother $#%^% @@!#$%!"
An old women approached the store whispering under her breath, "He'd better leave, he's just causing trouble, he just wants to cause trouble, somebody should call the police."
A police car drove by. The clerk took another drag from his cigarette.
The old woman's eyes opened wide and she smiled. She had a realization. She yelled at the man in the yellow coat, "I was wondering where you went to, Lucifer. But I've found you and seen through your disguise!"
Some teenagers drove up and went into the store, the clerk followed them in, the man standing next to the bucket was holding his knives, the old women was reciting scripture, the man in the yellow coat was threatening to kick everybody's ass (from a safe distance), and I was standing there casually memorizing the whole thing.
The clerk signaled from inside he was calling the police, so I kindly advised the man standing next to the bucket to put away his knives.
A teenager walked out of the store, sat on the curb, and cracked open a beer.
A police car drove by.
The man in the yellow coat announced his departure, but the old woman yelled and followed him, "Don't you leave, Lucifer, I'm not afraid of you and the police are coming to take you way! Don't you leave!"
The woman walked right up to the man in the yellow coat, who stood tall and shrugged with his hands out and said, "&^*#@$ woman! $%^&&*#$ your @$^&* what!" The woman walked until she was about a meter away from him and continued, "I know you're Lucifer. You're a bad man and you're going to get what's coming to you! I'm the Revered Goddess of the Light so you can't hurt me, Lucifer!"
The fluorescent store lights flickered.
The man in the yellow coat gestured at me and the man sitting on the bucket, "I can still kick your friends asses," and he made some threatening steps toward us, the man sitting on the bucket stood up again and took out his knives, I stood up a little straighter and kept looking at the man in the yellow coat who was quite a bit larger than me, and the old women yelled, "You can't hurt them, they're my angels. They have powers you can't even imagine. They are beautiful people and my angels and you can't hurt them. Just you try, Lucifer!"
The man standing next to the bucket yelled, "Get out of here, you junkie! Go peddle your heroine somewhere else!"
The man in the yellow coat said, "$&%@ you, @$%&*$ @@#$%^&!" and started walking away.
A clean-cut man with a mustache biked up onto the sidewalk and leaned his bike against the store. "Good evening, everyone," he said.
Then he pulled a harmonica out and played the happiest, most pleasant and beautiful melody I have ever heard. He played for about five minutes.
The man sitting on the bucket said, "I would like to make a mess of [that man in the yellow coat]." To which the man with the harmonica replied with an engagingly pleasant grin, "No, we don't want to make messes... then somebody would have to clean it up." He giggled.
I went into the Circle K and bought a soda and a candy bar. I shook hands with the man sitting on the bucket, who held onto my hand for an unnatural amount of time and tried to peer deep into my soul.
On my way home, I heard someone snoring on the porch of an abandoned house.
Apparently he wasn't supposed to for the clerk yelled, "You'd better get out of here. I told you once already." To which the man in the yellow coat replied, "*#&@, **(&^$%, !@$%#@, !#$$%^%^@!"
The clerk threatened to call the cops.
A man sitting on a bucket who had been asking for change yelled at the man in the yellow coat, who responded, "%^@$ @@$%^&$# &*%&*%&*!"
The man sitting on a bucket became the man standing next to a bucket and revealed some knives from beneath his coat.
The clerk said, "You better not throw another rock through my window," and the man in the yellow coat smiled with delight, having just come up with a wonderful idea, and with spring in his step walked over to a loose slab of concrete and smashed it on the ground breaking it into an array of brilliant, window-breaking size pieces. He said, "&*@$ you, I @@$%^& and your mother $#%^% @@!#$%!"
An old women approached the store whispering under her breath, "He'd better leave, he's just causing trouble, he just wants to cause trouble, somebody should call the police."
A police car drove by. The clerk took another drag from his cigarette.
The old woman's eyes opened wide and she smiled. She had a realization. She yelled at the man in the yellow coat, "I was wondering where you went to, Lucifer. But I've found you and seen through your disguise!"
Some teenagers drove up and went into the store, the clerk followed them in, the man standing next to the bucket was holding his knives, the old women was reciting scripture, the man in the yellow coat was threatening to kick everybody's ass (from a safe distance), and I was standing there casually memorizing the whole thing.
The clerk signaled from inside he was calling the police, so I kindly advised the man standing next to the bucket to put away his knives.
A teenager walked out of the store, sat on the curb, and cracked open a beer.
A police car drove by.
The man in the yellow coat announced his departure, but the old woman yelled and followed him, "Don't you leave, Lucifer, I'm not afraid of you and the police are coming to take you way! Don't you leave!"
The woman walked right up to the man in the yellow coat, who stood tall and shrugged with his hands out and said, "&^*#@$ woman! $%^&&*#$ your @$^&* what!" The woman walked until she was about a meter away from him and continued, "I know you're Lucifer. You're a bad man and you're going to get what's coming to you! I'm the Revered Goddess of the Light so you can't hurt me, Lucifer!"
The fluorescent store lights flickered.
The man in the yellow coat gestured at me and the man sitting on the bucket, "I can still kick your friends asses," and he made some threatening steps toward us, the man sitting on the bucket stood up again and took out his knives, I stood up a little straighter and kept looking at the man in the yellow coat who was quite a bit larger than me, and the old women yelled, "You can't hurt them, they're my angels. They have powers you can't even imagine. They are beautiful people and my angels and you can't hurt them. Just you try, Lucifer!"
The man standing next to the bucket yelled, "Get out of here, you junkie! Go peddle your heroine somewhere else!"
The man in the yellow coat said, "$&%@ you, @$%&*$ @@#$%^&!" and started walking away.
A clean-cut man with a mustache biked up onto the sidewalk and leaned his bike against the store. "Good evening, everyone," he said.
Then he pulled a harmonica out and played the happiest, most pleasant and beautiful melody I have ever heard. He played for about five minutes.
The man sitting on the bucket said, "I would like to make a mess of [that man in the yellow coat]." To which the man with the harmonica replied with an engagingly pleasant grin, "No, we don't want to make messes... then somebody would have to clean it up." He giggled.
I went into the Circle K and bought a soda and a candy bar. I shook hands with the man sitting on the bucket, who held onto my hand for an unnatural amount of time and tried to peer deep into my soul.
On my way home, I heard someone snoring on the porch of an abandoned house.