Everyone should have been naked yesterday. No, I wasn’t going to be the catalyst. I don’t have that type of courage. It’s just; there was no piece of clothing that could negate that it was friggin’ hot. The heat was making people crazy. This guy, who was probably already crazy, was screaming at another man twice his size: “All around the world 7% – 21% of your people (black people) sell drugs or they steal cars” I was wondering why he chose those two percentages, and how much longer he was going to do that until someone punched him in his face. It wasn’t going to be me. My primary concern was air conditioning and staying out of police custody. There was no telling what the air quality was like in booking that day.
I walked passed the mayhem and slid into Panera. I ordered lunch and found a table by the window. It only took me five minutes to finish my meal, I opened my laptop and began browsing the web. Five minutes later a man and his girlfriend sat next to me. They didn’t buy food or anything they just walked right in and sat down. I saw them look at me. then whisper amongst themselves. I concentrated on the screen, anticipating a question. “Excuse me can you move your table over.” The man finally asked. I said nothing but moved my table. The woman thanked me and plugged her phone into the socket. The man set a rolling machine on the table and began to roll cigarettes.
A heavyset man came in and sat across from all three of us. He had a white towel over his head. “It’s fucking hot!” The towel guy blurted out, barely taking a breath from sitting down. “Yeah, bro!” The cigarette guy responded, eager to have a conversation. The towel guy looked out the window without responding. I could tell he didn’t really want to converse. A few minutes later he turned back toward the cigarette guy. “Hey do you have a cigarette?”