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I watched Darth Vader do a ho-down down at the inner harbor today. One of those overcast days. he sun creeps out occasionally, makes you regret wearing a long-sleeve undershirt. I'm about halfway thru my coffee, you know, where you could just sit and stew on the bench totally relaxed even though you feel your heart pounding through your whole body. It makes you more aware of all of it, them, yourself. I'd have it all figured out, but the caffeine keeps you just distracted enough from getting there. He's still jigging over by the Empress.

The horses drawing the carriages thru downtown keep clopping by, heads staring down. The rhythm of their cadence; you can get completely envelop it inside yourself, feel the mundane. The girls driving wear these ridiculous long-leather coats and chaps. Dark, oily looking, with little whips to guide the horses, because any minute now he might plod out of tune. Dear lord! He lifted his head! Better whip him down before he gets out of hand. When 's it my turn to slide on the blinders and aimlessly trudge along? Forgot, I already done that; I'm good thanks.

There's still so many tourists around, I wonder what they think of little Victoria, where Darth Vader meets the Dark Ages? Jesus Christ alliteration makes me gack. I'm tired of being here, the horse shit's smell isn't as inspirational as it was 10 minutes ago, people are starting to notice me now anyways. Time to move on.