Thursday, November 17, 2016

"He say you brade runner."

So I'm walking over to the intersection of 54th & College last night, to meet Jon from PHLster for dinner at Fat Dan's.

As I get to College Avenue, a jogger rounds the corner onto the side street I'm just leaving.

His chest is glowing.

I mean, there's a multicolored glow in the center of his chest, illuminating his t-shirt from the inside.

It took me a second to process that it was his smartphone, held on some kind of strap under his clothing.

For just half a heartbeat, there, Indianapolis 2016 was Los Angeles 2019.