Monday, March 24th, 2003

As I collide with some guy, our groins meet with a clanging sound. We both have pockets full of hard objects. he challenges me to do it again. I agree, confident with my bolt lock and keys in my pockets. There is a crowd gathered around us to see this. The guy keeps asking about technicalities and what-if's. He asks, "What if I switched objects in my pockets during this?" "That's easy," I say, "Then you'r ethe punk." The crowd laughs. I start making fun of his delay tactics, "Oh, oh, oh, can I name my team the Eagles?" Something falls out of my pocket and I tell him what I have in my pockets and ask him to reveal the contents of his.