We're calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
I was sitting outside in the barely above freezing weather, in middle of downtown Cleveland, waiting too early and in the wrong place for a United Labor Against the War march to begin, reading Norman Mailer. All of a sudden, a smattering of urban youth appeared, released from some class or event in the Convention Center. They were all dressed in warm jackets. The boys in their baggy coats were mostly play fighting and trying to look tough, the girls, coats short-cropped and tight, were gossiping and checking their cell phones. There were no adults around.
The first group to walk past my lonely bench was four kids, three girls and a guy. They were walking by, talking and laughing about something. The boy was a few feet behind. They walked past a tall black street-light, two girls to the left of it and the other to the right, and the boy stopped.
"Kayla!" he yelled, giving her a harsh look.
The other two paused as she walked back over to him, he pointed forward, and they walked together around the right side of the pole.
"Oooo, you split the pole, dude!" One of the girls yelled. "That's bad luck!"
The other girl laughed, and they all moved forward together.
Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
I was sitting outside in the barely above freezing weather, in middle of downtown Cleveland, waiting too early and in the wrong place for a United Labor Against the War march to begin, reading Norman Mailer. All of a sudden, a smattering of urban youth appeared, released from some class or event in the Convention Center. They were all dressed in warm jackets. The boys in their baggy coats were mostly play fighting and trying to look tough, the girls, coats short-cropped and tight, were gossiping and checking their cell phones. There were no adults around.
The first group to walk past my lonely bench was four kids, three girls and a guy. They were walking by, talking and laughing about something. The boy was a few feet behind. They walked past a tall black street-light, two girls to the left of it and the other to the right, and the boy stopped.
"Kayla!" he yelled, giving her a harsh look.
The other two paused as she walked back over to him, he pointed forward, and they walked together around the right side of the pole.
"Oooo, you split the pole, dude!" One of the girls yelled. "That's bad luck!"
The other girl laughed, and they all moved forward together.
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