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So I was walking home from the Tribe party last night, stopped at a little convenience store and got a bag of chips to soak up the beer. Yeah, I'm that kind of health nut. Damn it, I'll start again tomorrow.
Anyway, it's minutes to midnight,* I'm munching as I mosey down Mission , and this guy appears out of nowhere. He can do this, because he's totally tweaked out and moving faster than the speed of dark. Probably not quite up to the speed of light, but there's not much light around for him to race with, so he's about the fastest thing around.
Rumor has it, the smalltown whitegirl oughtta be scared when a big black guy mysteriously manifests inches away from her on a street corner late at night. Such rumors do not take into account three things:
1. The town in which I grew up didn't have enough racial diversity for racism to be a possibility, so I never got around to developing any.
2. I am invincible.
3. If this guy's smile were any bigger, he'd need to rent a second face to keep the rest of it on.
"Hi!" he says.
I smile. I love this city. "Good evening," I say.
His grin widens a bit, and I swear now it's expanded beyond the reaches of his face. The corners of his mouth stick right off his cheeks and turn up to his earlobes. If he tried hard enough right now, he could lick his own ears. He takes a breath. Just one. Then it all comes out.
"Yesitisanicenightisn'tit?!Thoughtyou'dcomeoutsideandeatsomechips!?Waytogo!TellallyourfriendsIsayhiforme!"
And then he's off down a side street, disappearing into the anonymous night.
So anyway, Tweaker Guy says hi.
*Granted, quite a lot of minutes. I get up too early these days.
Anyway, it's minutes to midnight,* I'm munching as I mosey down Mission , and this guy appears out of nowhere. He can do this, because he's totally tweaked out and moving faster than the speed of dark. Probably not quite up to the speed of light, but there's not much light around for him to race with, so he's about the fastest thing around.
Rumor has it, the smalltown whitegirl oughtta be scared when a big black guy mysteriously manifests inches away from her on a street corner late at night. Such rumors do not take into account three things:
1. The town in which I grew up didn't have enough racial diversity for racism to be a possibility, so I never got around to developing any.
2. I am invincible.
3. If this guy's smile were any bigger, he'd need to rent a second face to keep the rest of it on.
"Hi!" he says.
I smile. I love this city. "Good evening," I say.
His grin widens a bit, and I swear now it's expanded beyond the reaches of his face. The corners of his mouth stick right off his cheeks and turn up to his earlobes. If he tried hard enough right now, he could lick his own ears. He takes a breath. Just one. Then it all comes out.
"Yesitisanicenightisn'tit?!Thoughtyou'dcomeoutsideandeatsomechips!?Waytogo!TellallyourfriendsIsayhiforme!"
And then he's off down a side street, disappearing into the anonymous night.
So anyway, Tweaker Guy says hi.
*Granted, quite a lot of minutes. I get up too early these days.