Primordial

“I could hear him coming from down the street, looking to inflame anyone he’d meet.

Seeking eye contact, he’d shout louder if at all noticed, spouting obscenities – claiming he had a reason by his subject matter for abusing everyone on the street.

I couldn’t help it.

He ignited my alrrady simmering fuel – and I turned to go after him, striding big and boldly with a purpose – watching as he hastily began pedfaling away.

‘Yeah – you run away!’ I shouted after him.

‘You wanna have a real conversation – or are you just yelling?!”

As he kept going with tail now between his legs, he attempted to yell louder after me as I turned away in disgust, shaking and gentiley apologixing to clustered bystanders watching in baffled amazement at my undertaking as I brushed him off and tossed my head to push off the crazy.

And when I turned and walked down the adjoining street away from everybody, he tried one more time at distance to throw his b.s. at me.

Throwing a sideways blocking palm hand in his direction, I yelled back at him – ‘ Yeah, you’ve got nothin‘!'”