Year Two

And by the same token the hippies would never be seen with regular working people, no matter what they espoused. And the upper-middle and upper classes wouldn't be caught alive on a bus.

I was doing my walk-about theater, where I would smoke some weed and interact with the city by walking or taking a bus some place. This day I went down to Market and Fifth Streets and witnessed something of a drama. I had my theater glasses on metaphorically speaking. It was a small square down town with a lot of people like a sunny down-town noon hour. The way I dressed was everyone noticed me. I was an actor in a drama that was everywhere I went. The theater was reality as I walked through and experienced it. Some were fellow actors like me and the rest were the audience. Reality was a play setting acted and appreciated. And often there was the sense that it was performed for me. I was a visiting dignitary and the performance was a special deal.

In this case I had the feeling that all eyes were on me. I was watching two characters one a young black woman highly spirited with dominant eyes about twenty who was being arrested and not going quietly, would be taken across town to jail. At the same time in the same park a short distance away was a Latin man around thirty, somewhat good looking, muscularly attractive who was putting on a bit of a performance like a bull fighter. It was all about him as he was admiring himself in the purchase of a clothing item from a side-walk vendor. It was the contrast between these two people and I the walk thru observer.

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