Casual Pace

When I got in from dodgeball on Monday night, I saw that a rival set - BW - had tagged over the CV Crips graffiti along the fences in my back alley. Bunch of tough guys with poor penmanship going out to rep turf like mutts, trying to make it home before curfew. Looks like there's going to be a big gang war all up in my 'hood; probably soon, too, before all their snowballs melt. It's hard to have a gang war without snowballs.

Last night at the mall, before I met with her for coffee, I saw the man with the bone pendant again. He didn't know anybody, just kept circling the mall, passing by me at least three times, waiting for someone to say hello. Nobody did, and so he just kept moving, his pace casual, taking days between each step.