Gabe finds himself in the city at a bus stop...with an approaching hippie.
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| Damn...I'm so deep...If I get any deeper in thought I'll be buried alive. Man I'm so hip...I'm jiven... | |
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| I Never thought a "jiven" hippie would come upon my sitting... | |
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| Hmmm...what a jiven looking dude...I may just have to pick him up with my deep emotional conversation..... | |
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| Dear God what the fuck could the hippie want with me...please don't let him see me.....please....god, satan, buddah any one save me from the evil hippie! | |
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Gabe takes action..why the fuck didn't he run I as the narrater will never understand.
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| Hey there hot boy! How goes it with you hommie G? | |
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| Become one with the bench...he can not see me...I am now a peice of this bench...a peice of the grainy wood.... | |
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