one of those

A clear day with clouds that puff about like you can touch them. Almost got killed on the way home. A black pick-up truck comes straight up and crashes against the cement ahead of us. Would have killed us had we got there a few seconds ahead. Came home, blasted my stereo to My Little Lover, changed into my shorts and went for a walk. On my way to the park I saw three black pick-up trucks pass by me. When I got to the soccer field, there were kids, 13-14 year olds, having a house league soccer game. A kid on the blue team shot a PK over the bar. A kid from the yellow team lost his lens. Hold on, ref. Stop the game! Then they found it. Game continued. I walked up a little hill and discovered there was a much better view from the little hilltop where I would have had an elevated view of the match from the corner and I decided that next time I would sit there and watch the whole thing because by now I had discovered the ice-cream truck stationed at the far end of the park, so I went there and bought me a medium twist ($2) after lining up behind a bunch of kids in neon orange house league jerseys (what nice jerseys they have nowadays). As the truck drove away, a Chinese man started chased after it. A black guy on a bike called to him, Ice-cream? Yo, use my bike, and he chased after the truck on his BMX… Anything for an icecream. On my way home it was a bit chilly but I finished my cone. I was walking slowly so a girl passed me on the sidewalk. She was wearing a jean jacket that said ‘Mickey Mouse Smile Friendly’ at the back. A young Chinese couple came toward me. The girl clinging to the guy’s arm and his hands were in his pockets. A girlfriend. I’d get me one of those some day. That was the thought, the moment just after they passed me. And Kafka absent-mindedly gazing through his window would have said: ‘And his face was utterly bright.’

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