i knew he was talking to no one before i approached him. he picked up a gravel rock, the size of an egg, as i made my way toward him on the sidewalk. he kept mumbling, as i passed without making eye contact. while i kept walking i heard the only audible words he spoke, "yeah.. you don't fuck with me, i don't fuck with you." then i heard him drop the rock to the ground. as i walked on i thought to myself, that seems about right.
there are infinite versions of experience, unfathomable to each other. the way you know things might make sense to you, but outside yourself, you're likely wrong.
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