Forehead to wrist, arm braced easily against a chain link fence, I watch a juvenile weekend brawl. Pockets of sophomoric entities milling about with the illusion of casual directionlessness. A high school parking lot, populated almost entirely by black and hispanic teenagers. Isn't that interesting. A ragged half-circle forms. Around a wiry black youth, and an overweight one, nearly twice his horizontality. They grapple, clinch, and tumble. Too late, one of them learns how much weight matters. Far more than the fantasy of competence, fueled by rage. Sloppy, swinging, pendulous blows. Left, right, left. More struggling, the melee framed by phones held at arms length. I lose interest when the large one on top begins to tire. The police arrive mere minutes later.
11:16 p.m. - 2020-07-01
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