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On the way to fencing a crazy man stepped way into my personal space blocking me from moving forward.

"You can't walk there," he said.

"pardon?"

"I have a question. Were you... once... on a... those big squares... on the sides of buildings, lit up. Were you?"

"A billboard? Yes. I need to go to class."

"Fuck you then, bitch," he said.

And I felt strange, like I don't even know what it is I need to learn.

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I feel like I've had that conversation in the Bronx before except the question is either total gibberish or asking me for money/drugs/cigarttes and I hurry away.