"Man, you got to make your main thing your main thing." The black man repeated and insisted this point. His friend listened.
I ran to the library in the sun from the gym. The whole time I thought about what the black man had said to the other black man.
At night I took the girl's clothes off. She had a Celtic knot on the small of her back, her first tattoo, a Celtic dragon on her right shoulder, a whole work of work in progress on her back, an angel on her left thigh and a devil on her right.
Sometimes girls can be cool and see into you, give a spiritual audit, and mean good about all of it.
Give them coffee in the morning and treat them well. Be a gentleman, like Chrome tells me.
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