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Underground eXperts United
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[ While The Rest Of The World Is Asleep ] [ By The GNN ]
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WHILE THE REST OF THE WORLD IS ASLEEP
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by THE GNN/DCS/uXu
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We were of the same age, but the distance between us were a billion light
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years; metaphorically speaking of course - he stood right in front of me,
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blocking my important path with his filthy beggar's hand.
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I sneered.
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"Spare some change? But seriously, do I look like I carry change?"
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He eyed me down from my expensive shoes via my expensive suit up to my
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eyes, which he could not make contact with, as they were covered by a pair
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of expensive sun glasses.
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"No..." he replied with a destroyed voice. "You don't, Sir."
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"And I guess you do not take VISA?"
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"We seldom do."
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"'We'?"
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"We on the outside."
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Then he put his unsanitary hand over the mouth and coughed bad for a
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while. Revolting. Saliva dangled from his beard as he resumed the begging
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position. No way I would walk around him; he had to move, he stood in my
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way.
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"Right!" I said and drew my leather wallet out of a pocket.
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I pretended to dig around in it.
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"Change, let's see..."
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I handed him a bill. He stared at it. Then at me. It was as if he could
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not believe that I had done it.
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"Take it!" I insisted. "Take it! Come on!"
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(I will soon get it back, I thought.)
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So he took it, saying thank you thank you sir thank you sir. And then he
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quickly turned around and limped away before I changed my mind. But I had no
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intention of changing my mind. The show had just begun. It was time to teach
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this sad excuse for a human being a little lesson in contemporary life.
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I followed him from a safe distance. Everything turned out just as I had
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expected. Longing for a hot meal, the man entered the nearest restaurant, a
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simple diner. They threw him out at once. The man looked rather confused;
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he did not understand. He would soon, I figured. He moved on. At some sleazy
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burger joint, the chased him away with a baseball bat, throwing the notions
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of 'parasite' and 'thief' to his back. He moved on. He went into a liquor
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store to get something to drink. When he tried to pay, they did what all
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other people at all other places had done: They threw him out. Labelled him
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criminal. Refused to have anything to do with him.
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I approached as he was lying there crying on the pavement, moaning about
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the lost paradise.
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"I don't get it..." he sobbed. "Why?" he asked me.
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"Inflexible logic. The world as we know it."
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Now he understood.
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It was time to end the show and take back what belonged to me. He had
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learned his lesson. So I snatched my thousand dollar bill out of his hand
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and left.
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