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it sounds like a lie

yesterday on my way home, Trinity Blvd, on my right a bustling 7/11, the sidewalk in front makes for a nice broad outdoor experience, a biker and walker will fit nicely, yesterday however, a woman fully naked in the bright of nearly 6pm, summer swallowing, she was walking in what I thought at first was a brown bikini, I thought how cool, a proud and chunky Black woman is out sunning her body, but upon closer look, she was very nude, and was tearing chunks of hair out of her head and tossing it. my first impression was to think I should pull over and drape my jacket on her. I keep it in my car if I happen to go to a cold movie theatre. but then I saw a police car take a turn toward her, and I was relieved I didn't have to stop, as rude as that sounds. I'm sort of germaphobe. and I mean what the fuck right.

about a month ago I saw something that I wrote off as random life stuff, so I put it away with the other facts in life, I was on my way to work and on the right of my car on the sidewalk there was what appeared to be a homeless man, filthy and oily hair coming out of his ball cap, he was wearing a long sleeve plaid shirt, and he was missing his left arm, his right arm was spraying the traffic with imaginary ammunition coming from his "machine gun" right hand. and when the light was red and I couldn't move, he pointed it right at me, his eyes locked on me and he shot me, then blew the smoke off like the weapon that had turned into a pistol all of a sudden. the light turned green, I sped off, having been shot for pretend.
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