I thought about that for a half second, decided it was bullshit. I quickly dismissed that rationale... the same way I quickly extinguish most things that come out of peoples mouths. It was a great default thing I learned from my pops. He showed me how to really do that one. Foolproof really. Except you never really get to experience anything....nothing affects you cause of that wall. It's a handy filter that slowly keeps every single piece of the universe coming at you from...well, coming at you.
It really blots out your soul.
But...
Did he know that for sure? About the moon?
He passed off his moon comment with nonchalance, as if to explain, yeah...that's what the black kids do in the new year. That's a... California Full Moon thing...
"What else is goin on?" And he was pulling out another Winston.
***** *****
The black youth held his shorts up, his Nike Hi Tops were unlaced, he was tall, wearing a t-shirt, in a hurry, not wasting time, picking his moments, challenging the cars to hit him, but maybe not...he was in the groove...he was doing it.
All of it was happening fast. I was driving north on the 405, 8:13pm, just around Inglewood, maybe south of there, somewhere just north of Long Beach. It was crowded and moving, I was going 72mph. Break lights up ahead and then no break lights. Then I see the kid. He's facing traffic and skipping between the other 70mph autos.
Does he want to get hit?
Maybe.
There's no car stopped anywhere.
It must be an initiation...touch the cement divider and then get back to the neighborhood.
"Must be a full moon," someone says when I tell them.
"Yeah."
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