1) The other week when I was taking a late afternoon walk at the lake park just north of my house, there were some blankets laid out on a flared-out-so-you-can-stand-there-and-fish-from-it part of the bridge that crosses a section of the lake, where it seemed like someone might be sleeping there at the moment or planning to bed down for the night.
2) The other week when I was leaving the local library and standing on the front steps and beginning to make a phone call, a (slightly tall) (thinner) (darker black) (young-ish) (dreadlocked) guy came out behind me, and as I stopped and stood there to dial, he came up beside me and was like, "Hey man," and he started to say something like he was hitting me up, but then he held out his hand for a handshake and so I shook his hand without thinking and said hey, and then he held out his hand there like a fist and so I did the same kind of thing without thinking and fist-bumped it, and at that he suddenly got very stern and looked at me directly and intensely and was like, "That," and I was like, "What?", and he was like, "That, that what you did, you never, never do that again," and then he went to turn and leave and so I went my way, and he did his, but I made sure to keep looking over my shoulder behind me, just in case.
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