Whellshit crept into his brain he saw over the top of his book

                                                                he walkedread up on an old sunfaded blue Buick idling in the parking lot 

the driver an older gentleman sat ramrod straight apparently waiting

Romans 5:8 occurred to him

God helps those who help themselves.

gentleman was certainly helping himself to more than his fair share of gas atmosphere abundant ignorance 

hed rap on his window ask him to kill the car rather than idle whiling away his time

why was he given to this thinkingwhy Romans things from Church still stuck in his crawhis brain

the license plate number

                          6 E J S 4 4 5  smacked of J E S U S code 

                                                                             clever old man

he rapped a knuckle on the driver side window

rosary dangling from the rear mirror trembled

old man kept facing forwardstraight ahead

ignored him

I usually keep to myself  he said into the side of his face  but your conspicuous consumption smells  Yaoughta turn the engine off while waiting 

                         then he kept walking returned to his book essays  James Baldwins Price of the Ticket

he didnt walk 33 feet when the old man revved the Buicks engine

he kept walkingreading

took the book in his left

flipped him off with his right

if the old man came after him he had parked cars to either side

wouldnt rundown a pedestrian today

walkingreading didnt mean he wasnt keenly aware of his surrounding

approximately 1415,  Saturday,  26  3. 22

1201,  Sunday,  27  3. 22