on thursdays i'll follow hurried businessmen across streets, hailing a cab when they do, telling the taxidriver, "follow that one! go!" then into elevators, fake plastic secretary glasses, head down. they step off and so do i, whispering something just loud enough like "condor has reached 4th floor, target unaware."
maybe i'm creating a society of paranoia.
but it makes my life more exciting, and maybe they won't take their families for granted anymore.
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