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1 UTSA Encounter
Early last week, I saw something I'll never, ever forget.
I'll set the scene for you:
I'm walking on the side of the street right INFRONT of the parking garages near the entrance to UTSA. I hear the sounds of a 'motorcycle' coming up behind me. I don't glance because, well, who really gives a shit. But as the 'motorcycle' passes me I see that it isn't QUITE a motorcycle, nor is it a street bike, more.. much, much more like a mo-ped. The guy on it at first didn't appear to be much of anything. I won't describe his outfit quite yet but just let me assure you that at first glance you would do JUST that.. glance and continue on your swealtering walk to class. As I'm on the side-walk, to the side of the garage ,now passed it, the gentleman has already parked his 'bike' and is now heading towards me (really towards the side-walk).
Nothing could have prepared me for this...
As he steps up onto the side-walk... I look over at him... in -all- his glory. He's sweeping off his helmet with a swift glide of his hands, his scraggly, brown hair now falling down over his unshaven face (not quite a beard not quite a 5 o'clock). His pants are a faded, tight, denim black. (that shitty wal-mart brand... you know the POOR kids always wear them). You can't tell what shirt he's wearing because he has on this FUCKING jacket. It's tight and black... but on the sleeves and near the shoulders it's solid purple. To say he looked trashy, would the biggest under statement ever. His shoes were big black boots that kinda stomped when he walked. As he struts a few paces in front of me.. I'm smirking from ear to fucking ear..All I hear in my head is LOUIS C K saying "God damn it, Now I have to know you exist." He either notices I'm blantly staring at him or he just glanced back... either way we caught eyes.. just as he lit a cigarette. Puffing on it, his phone goes off... and the ringer... oh , THHE rinnggerr.... You know the lame ass techno music on anime cartoons........oh, yeah.... oohhh yeahhh. "Hello ... Yeah... No, I totally forgot to bring it... -insert random video game/pc references here- ." At this point I'm completely entranced by this guy... infact he's such a fucking character i want to KNOW the guy who wears purple bike jackets, has lame ass anime music on his cell phone, drives a mo-ped to school, and sorta looks like Dane Cook... if Dane Cook was a complete douche. We're now walking side by side.. I think he thinks I'm checking him out because he turns towards me again and starts to ramble louder on the phone. I smile. (If any of you have seen my asshole smile.. insert that here.) I head off towards the HSS building and he veeres off in the other direction... [i think he had a trashy back pack to boot].
What saddens me the most about this encounter is that I will probably never see this individual again. My explanation does him NO justice, none.
I'll never forget his swagger and non-suave suaveness.
I'll set the scene for you:
I'm walking on the side of the street right INFRONT of the parking garages near the entrance to UTSA. I hear the sounds of a 'motorcycle' coming up behind me. I don't glance because, well, who really gives a shit. But as the 'motorcycle' passes me I see that it isn't QUITE a motorcycle, nor is it a street bike, more.. much, much more like a mo-ped. The guy on it at first didn't appear to be much of anything. I won't describe his outfit quite yet but just let me assure you that at first glance you would do JUST that.. glance and continue on your swealtering walk to class. As I'm on the side-walk, to the side of the garage ,now passed it, the gentleman has already parked his 'bike' and is now heading towards me (really towards the side-walk).
Nothing could have prepared me for this...
As he steps up onto the side-walk... I look over at him... in -all- his glory. He's sweeping off his helmet with a swift glide of his hands, his scraggly, brown hair now falling down over his unshaven face (not quite a beard not quite a 5 o'clock). His pants are a faded, tight, denim black. (that shitty wal-mart brand... you know the POOR kids always wear them). You can't tell what shirt he's wearing because he has on this FUCKING jacket. It's tight and black... but on the sleeves and near the shoulders it's solid purple. To say he looked trashy, would the biggest under statement ever. His shoes were big black boots that kinda stomped when he walked. As he struts a few paces in front of me.. I'm smirking from ear to fucking ear..All I hear in my head is LOUIS C K saying "God damn it, Now I have to know you exist." He either notices I'm blantly staring at him or he just glanced back... either way we caught eyes.. just as he lit a cigarette. Puffing on it, his phone goes off... and the ringer... oh , THHE rinnggerr.... You know the lame ass techno music on anime cartoons........oh, yeah.... oohhh yeahhh. "Hello ... Yeah... No, I totally forgot to bring it... -insert random video game/pc references here- ." At this point I'm completely entranced by this guy... infact he's such a fucking character i want to KNOW the guy who wears purple bike jackets, has lame ass anime music on his cell phone, drives a mo-ped to school, and sorta looks like Dane Cook... if Dane Cook was a complete douche. We're now walking side by side.. I think he thinks I'm checking him out because he turns towards me again and starts to ramble louder on the phone. I smile. (If any of you have seen my asshole smile.. insert that here.) I head off towards the HSS building and he veeres off in the other direction... [i think he had a trashy back pack to boot].
What saddens me the most about this encounter is that I will probably never see this individual again. My explanation does him NO justice, none.
I'll never forget his swagger and non-suave suaveness.
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 |  Many has the encounter been that I see a vision of true beauty in the street, at the beach, etc. Beautiful womanhood shown to the world like venus rising on her clam shell from the sea. These are the memories I call up on those lack luster days. |
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| | You're kickin some ass with the descriptors |
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| |  There is beauty to be found in most everything...this gent included...why was he there? where was he going and what was his origin...a handsome man may have crossed your path and received less attention from you...you studied him and still are...who knows the answers..his mystery...but I bet someone loves him...as is. Obviously he is living his life as he wishes and for that...is most free. :) kewl you had this experience |
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| |  I still love that guy.. and I can still see him (clear as day) in that leather jacket.. mid summer... in Texas. |
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| | ::laughs:: sounds like he really wants to be a biker...just has the wrong ride! hehe |
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