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I believe dude-in-question was all dressed up for Friday night - gangsta style. He had the ridiculous not-a-ballcap, oversized basketball shorts, mid-calf socks and Jordan's to go with it. He looked to be roughly my age, that is, waaaay too old to dress like a delinquent teen...
I may be feeling a little judge-y tonight...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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