An Ordinary Everyday Urban Vignette

"Hard concrete slapped beneath his feet as he walked the three blocks to the bodega on Williamson and 132nd. Hot summer bronze baked across his mahogany skin, beads of sweat rising with surprised enthusiasm across the young man's back. There was no rhythm to the groans and squeals and hisses and honks from the simmering streets...but didn't that very absence of structured rhythm kind of define the jazz-like living rhythm of this urban microcosm? Pausing at 131st, he saw an attractive young--"

--Aw fuck this, man. This ain't no short story for Mr. Monnet. Why my black ass gotta run down the store on this hot ass day with all these damn cars makin enough fuckin noise to bring out some violence? Fuck! Man, I oughtta--ooh! Now look at Little Miss THIS Thang walkin by...!