Eyes in the bushes
And issues of space / time
I popped by the shop to see what kind of antics the crew had gotten into. I found Ron out back having a smoke and coffee.
“There he is, Mr. Facebock Famous,” chortled Ron, “How was the road rager - you survived?”
“What the hell dude? Yeah, I had an ‘encounter with a phallus’, but how did you know?”
“You’re blowing up on the Tawney Park Facebock page, someone recorded it all from the bushes.”
My phone started vibrating. It was my sister. I called her right away.
“No, I’m not hurt. I’m fine. Yes, I’ll look at the comments. I’ve been fine for hours. I left this behind. This is creepy. Let me call you back later.”
I turned quickly back to Ron.
“What the hell? Show me the video.”
In the video, I saw a full on replay of the conflict I had with Mr. Porsche driver first thing that morning.
“The comments seem to mostly be in your favour bud.”
That was small comfort. I wanted neither comments about me nor a video to exist on a ‘community Facebock page’ that I wasn’t any part of.
“Most of the comments were…
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