Stranger
I had one of those moments today. I was walking through Rittenhouse. It’s my normal route, you see. As I’m walking I see him in my path from a distance. We get closer and closer and I’m hoping to God I don’t have to acknowledge his existence. But it seems inevitable. And so it is, we cross paths. We awkwardly look into each others eyes. I go one way, so does he. I go the other so does he. We both seem a little afraid, even though I know it’s silly. I’m not the threat. Finally the dance ends. I go my way, he goes another.
That was a huge fucking rat. Gross.
