On Pine

A guy is over-friendly to me in the grocery store. The cashier says he has senioritis, he has two more shifts & is moving to New York. I walk out & head down Pine.

I walk around the couple making out on the sidewalk. On the next block, across the street someone is walking through a parking lot moaning. I pass a man walking up the hill, he is humming an “Emergency Broadcast Service” tone.

Walking across 12th, I pass someone going the other way. In one arm he’s carrying a pair of vintage roller skates & a plain wooden frame (the type you stretch a canvas or silkscreen over). In the other he has a molded case for a musical instrument, or typewriter, or something.

I turn off of Pine and don’t see anyone else.

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