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Oct. 27th, 2008
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.
"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.