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The sidewalk glowed in the rain, reflecting the light back from the buildings above it. Streetlights were dim, in a more run down part of the city, and the air smelt of ash and stale urine. I could feel my feet slowly crunching against the concrete beneath me, hear the sighs as people exhaled, no longer needing to keep their chest puffed up as they passed a stranger on the street. I had been walking since the sun started setting, wound up. Been having a hard time lately, and I needed to go out again. “It'll only be one more time” I promise myself, knowing that it'd be broken in a couple of weeks anyway.

The air started to become more still, the city slowing its pulse as it fell into a slumber. The sun had long since fell away, and now the lights above me were clicking off one by one. The rain was still falling, each drop falling with a soft pat on my shoulder, like the world was urging me on. As I took a deep breath in, I caught the scent. Drifting towards me from behind, a deep and heavy cologne, followed with slow steps that clacked onto the sidewalk.

I slowed down, moving off to the side and allowing him to pass me. He didn't just walk, but sauntered past. His hair was short, brown, and stuck purposefully into place. The earbuds in his ears shouted his music, and his bag bounced off his back with each step. The hoodie he was wearing was carefully chosen, accentuating his back and arms, hugging tightly to expose the definition. I only briefly glimpsed his face, but it was a confident and cocky smirk. Perfect for me in every way.

The music he was blasting helped cover my footsteps perfectly, as I ran up behind him. We were closing in on an alley way, and as we reached the edge I grabbed the handle on his backpack. He skidded in place, and I swung him into a trashbin. He crashed against it, and yelled at me, swearing. One of his earbuds had fallen out, the music even louder, but all it did was show how silent it was when he saw my knife. The second he saw my knife, he knew who I was, and what was coming.

I swung down with my fist, keeping the blade away from him but driving my knuckles into his jaw. He collapsed against the dumpster again, his head making an audible crack. Even with the tiny bit of light that managed to shine into the alley, I could see the blood on his forehead. A smile was erupting across my face as I bought up my fist again, breaking into a grin as I swung down, and a bellyful of laughter as I hit him again. His head bounced off of the trashbin again, making another hollow thud.

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On Where Pianos Roam

I am blessed to have some super adorable nephews and a niece in my life. My one nephew is kind of the angry, brooding type, but he's unbelievably adorable nonetheless .  .  .  (This is one of my favorite photos of him. ) [caption id="attachment_349" align="alignnone" width="225" caption="Angry AND Adorable!!"][/caption] Then of course, there's my tiny, but very tough, niece.  I took this photo last year.  It was just one of those moments when she did something adorable .  .  . Then, there's my 0ldest nephew/football star.  He's turning out to be very charming and easygoing.  I still remember having to change his diapers many moons ago.  He's still a great kid. [caption id="attachment_351" align="alignnone" width="225" caption=" My oldest nephew back in the day."][/caption] Finally, there's Bubba.  I think that, more than any of the others, he's perhaps the most eccentric.  He always seems to have a very clear idea of what he likes and wants.  He's not shy, and he's a darn good dancer too. Watching these kids grow up is quite a sight to behold.  They have their own personalities and opinions, and they can be refreshingly honest about so much. I also have two nephews through my older brother who I have not actually had the chance to meet yet.   They live far far away in the Philippines.  I hope to meet them someday. For myself, I don't think having kids will be part of my destiny.  I  have other worlds to explore and other vistas to behold. In the meantime, I'm having a wonderful time as "Uncle". -g

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