walked in the rain

what else you gonna do.

saw a dude. saw another dude.

saw a dude on a bike, lots of junk in his baskets. smelled of cigarrets.

he said what, then said who? he was talking to a parked car.

mike? oh hey mike.

then he turned to a woman with short hair on the other side of the street.

rebecca! he yelled. you’re so stupid!

and i walked past rebecca, who was still unsure. mike?

but she crossed the street anyway.

i guess the dude was right about her.