Naw! I like to walk. It was sort of a sight I suppose. This ancient old white man walking fast and straight right down the middle, It was like the sea, parting before the bow of the MarAzul, making way for the old man hiking down the street. How your day today Sir?, Got a cigarette? One Black gal was sort of my escort a good part of the way, well the last half I suppose. She started with catching up to me walking fast. She said, you ready for me? I keep walking with just a slight negative
turn of the head. She then proceeded to lead me, out in front about 30 feet. She then shouted to any the would listen, this fucker is following me!
Ha! I passed her on one corner while some talked with her. I heard one guy say, it doesn't look like he's following you!
She caught up, and started the act again. Even she gave it up though when we got to the old Greyhound station. Too rough around there even for her I suppose.
Most of those hanging out there are not even vertical, just flop where were, in a heap.
I suppose this is the results of Progressive leadership on display.