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I saw this thing once that drove it on home how some men are just about too scared to live.
Some hustlers were hanging around on the block when this middle-aged guy, a regular there who'd tricked with them all, turned the corner, walked past them, and kept up the block; one of the kids, 6'2" and muscled and mean, had robbed him the previous night.
The guy didn't glance at them once, just kept going, with a gait showing plainly that fear had turned him to wood, and yet here he was now, trying to pretend that he wasn't scared, that he was just down for a casual stroll on this lovely May evening--in this fucking cesspool of all fucking places--and that pretense is why he'd showed up in the first place.
The big kid got this look in his eye, and put a flesh-eating grin on his face, and caught up with the guy and just walked alongside, that flesh-eating grin and those eyes boring holes; the guy just kept going, his eyes straight ahead, as if he could convince all the critics and judges and ghosts in his head that nothing was happening at all.
They got to a crowd at the end of the block by this bus stop, and the kid stepped in front of the guy and they stopped, and now it was showtime--mean guys seek applause for the terror they wreak--and the kid threw a right and knocked the guy cold, then skipped down the street, his arms raised in air, trailing laughter.
After awhile the guy came awake and got to his feet and wobbled away, as if he'd just stopped to sniff daisies or something, his face bloodied, wooden, his eyes locked on nothing--and I saw truly how some guys would rather just die than know and acknowledge their fear in the face of the world.