Friday, June 18, 2010

Stoned

There other day I was at a stoplight waiting to make a left turn while in front of me a stream of cars were making theirs. I people watched as I always do and that was it. I might as well have been watching stones making their way down a stream.

One car that whizzed by though, had two men in it, good looking enough, groomed but not over done, some blend of aloof and stoic at that point in the day. They were like slightly polished stones going down that stream. I saw them for only about three seconds but I knew. And though I've 'known' like that, so many times before, I had the strangest feeling in that moment, like a bubble trying to come up through my chest. It was just a simple question really. How did I know?

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