Just got back from a grueling 6-hours in the big city, searching for various computer components, and building supplies... "ZOWIE!" the people in the big city are all a burning life at full throttle, going where it takes no energy if done relaxed and carefree... The city folks are all at their psychotic peaks.. subdued and quelled only by persistent aimless motion, or by interesting mishaps they manage to create or stumble upon...
Got my PC parts, and all but one item in the building materials list...
Got through the big city alive yet another time...
I can handle the big cities.. I've lived in them all my life, in all the big ones across this nation... I can sense accidents about to happen... I can sense a mugging about to be played out on me, in time to divert it, and stand looking into the glaring eyes of my would-be assailant, now defused... I can manipulate the big city to do what I want of it, them... I can make the big city work for me, it's street world, its money world, its witches are putty in my hands the moment I've touch them.. If I can touch a witch I own her, till she bites...
But the Price is too great to pay in living the big city... It burns you out way too fast... You can be loving an uptown lassy one day, and the next day she could be robbing you, and/or trying to get you killed...
The city folks are smiling in your face, whilst pondering the best way to take you for all you've got, plus your soul, and eat you all up the moment your defenses are down enough to make you an easy mark...
One babe walks up to me.. "Is your name Mark?".. Seems someone in her peer group told her she need a "mark", to do all the things her life needed done, in trade for occasional pussy and lip"... So she's out on the street looking for someone named "Mark"... I wouldn't have touched her with a ten foot pole... Well, maybe one poke with a stick, but not with my skin!..
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