On the way to the clinic, I passed this bum dancing in the middle of Arch Street. He had markered "Christ Saves" onto his stain-spattered white tee shirt, and was smiling a big, rotten-tooth smile, periodically condeming all the drivers of the backed up cars to hell when prompted by a long honk. These reachers, these believers. I pass a small girl with tattoos and facial piercings in all the wrong places. She's got these big headphones you can hear coming five steps away. Just another kid trying to cover the noise, to kill the usual. Investing all her chips in youth. I turn back to my messiah, but he got lost in a surge of metal, glass and noise. Guess someone lost it and hit the gas instead of the horn. Hope they didn't run over Jesus.

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