I walk the streets with confidence. Head high-eyes wide open. I am aware of everything; that piece of shit sitting in his pick up truck, the guy with his hat on sideways walking behind me, the woman pulling her child close as they approach me, the cop down the street checking me out, the preppy fucks across the turnpike playing tennis, the serial killer on the corner with his ax consulting with his voices about who will be the next to die. It is hot as hell out here and traffic is heavy. I stopped to rest on a park bench for three minutes, which is really too long. You have to keep moving out here, because they are always on the prowl.
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