Friday, May 23, 2003

Black sports jacket, t-shirt, sunglasses and blue jeans. He wasn't wearing the sports jacket in the traditional sense. It was drapped across his shoulders, adding to the smarminess. He passed me on the stairs of the old courthouse. We exchanged those awkward strangers passing must be polite greetings. He just seemed smug and I didn't like it.

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