and we saw the spandex racer hater bone-cranking his bicycle just as we left harold park. and he shook his head but followed my admonition not to speak to me again and i said stupid asshole and walked on. i was thinking all the time wondering if i'd run into him in the same spot, thinking now it's uncanny, like i precipitated him, did i precipitate hate? only by my outrageous freedom, which is provocative in a police state of hate. yet let's not forget the vast amount of times i precipitate, and moreover mister precipitates, abundant love.
so what have i learned? idle know. that i'm a crank too, but not to harass and control others, i'm a crank for freedom, integrity, care and respect. and i learned that haters want to incite hate, and they generally do, witness the united states of hate, but that individually we might repel them, and shut their hate in silence to fester inside them, as they are miserable, and cowards.
and i learned it's hard to take a picture of your own sole.