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i went to tri’s house tonight. as i drove jack’s bicycle (my left pedal fell off again. nothing like having a pedal fall off of your bike twice in one week.) people slowed their motorcycles down to stare at me. they get a good look and then zoom off smiling. it’s nothing malicious, they’re just curious.

next to tri’s house is a shoe store. they were running a promotion and they had very loud music pumping into the street. someone was dressed up in a large mouse costume. the head of the costume was much too big and seemed about to topple over at any moment. the person wearing the mask couldn’t quite see through the mouth correctly because it was so large. they held the head upright with their yellow-gloved hand. it looked like a large-headed rodent continuously chomping on it’s hand.

as i pulled up there was a ring of children gathered around the mascot. it was dancing to a techno version of, “jesus was born on christmas day.” the mouse would scoot around spin all the while keeping that yellow hand in its mouth. i slid off of jack’s bicycle and everyone turned to look. i was more exciting than a mouse dancing to, “jesus was born on christmas day” sang on top of a bouncing techno beat. even the mouse turned its bulbous head with its hand still placed in its mouth to get a better look at me.

oh well, we were off to play tennis. playing tennis with tri at night. life can’t get much better.

you see, tri is a tennis master and i say that with the utmost respect. he wallops the ball to and fro. it spins and falls and dies at my feet. he smiles and laughs and i plod around swinging frantically like a clumsy giant with a stick.

the courts are well lit at night and they provide you with a ball boy. they silently collect the balls scattered around the court. you can’t hear them because they don’t wear shoes. one of the ball boys is a mute. he smiles a lot and seems to be a wonderful person.