while i was running this morning i thought it'd be great if Dave Chappelle would do a skit where he's either Richard Arrington or Bernard Kincaid; hell, he could be Arrington and have a little sock puppet as Kincaid, or just double up as both with cheap camera shots because it's like a Cheney/Bush or Darth Sidious/Paplatine symbiotic relationship anyway.
then as i ran over Morris Ave at about 8:30 a.m. on Arrington i thought i heard a remix of Front 242's "headhunter."
i stopped and looked down, and saw a girl in a courtyard smoking and reading; short red hair, green t-shirt, jeans.
i asked what they were playing; she said, "i don't know. really, really bad techno."
i said, "oh, from here it sounds good. tell them that."
she said, "o.k."
anyway, it felt like i was in a big city to hear that while on an overpass and seeing people about.
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