He just "smoked a guy out" and picked up his crying baby.
Meanwhile outside, I watch boys and girls with too big of clothes smoke and play hacky sack.
The boy in the tight black jeans, white shirt, and sunglasses struts to the beat of his ipod.
He walks with his shoulders back and as tall as possible;
almost like he's on a runway and not the sidewalk of the Salt Lake City Public Library.
Bicycle after bicycle after bicycle.
Ten bikes ready to be stolen. Ten and a half if you count that barrel thing on the back of one.
I should give people the benefit of a doubt and not assume they'll get stolen.
But I won't.
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