The exchange between the two dudes was quick.

    I remember a skinny homie with glasses unloading at least ten shots at some guy and into the busy intersection where I was waiting at the light.

    As everyone else ran like mad onto the WB Number 10 bus, I kinda just turned left, you know, all chill-like, and drove home.

    Yeah, one dude ran; the other one just walked off.    


Jonathan R Farrell