August 15th, 2004
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Dance on fire
When I am in a really good mood, it’s quite plain to see. I just ran to the convenience store to get some snacks for my continuing FF7 adventure, and I was bopping and swinging every step. Every turn on my bike, every beat was methodical. I hop curbs with perfect timing, wave to my barber standing outside his shop, and swing my right leg effortlessly over the cross bar as I toe in my ride at Sunkus. I even did little dance steps up the aisles and bank around the corners, a bouncing little jig in reverse to grab a pint of pineapple juice as an afterthought. And I could even pull off small talk with the clerk about cool weather, the end of summer, and the odd chinese cent in my change. Be-bop doobity bow!
