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At about three o’clock sunday afternoon, the sun came out. It had rained cats, dogs, and snakes, with the occasional octopus thrown in for political correction. PG and Uzi needed to get out, but were wary of getting caught in a storm. More precipitation was predicted.
The opportunity to get out was overwhelming, and Uzi made his way to PG’s place. Going down Clairmont Road, the conversation touched on the usual forbidden subjects, to the peril of everyone’s mental health. PG had decided that the beltline was the place to be, and soon found a familiar parking spot. The beltline still has lots of parking, if you are sure to lock your door.
Uzi did not want to get too far away. The first stop was a restroom. Of course, the beltline does not have these, nor any hidden shrubbery. At the North Avenue end, the troops went down Angier Springs, toward Shasta’s place. PG was reluctant to go on private property, and found a pair of 53 foot trailers. They provided enough discretion to deliver the merchandise.
There was a band playing at the Masquerade. Whether it would be worth paying to see was a moot point, as it was more than sufficient for background sounds. There were dark clouds on the southern horizon, and Uzi wanted to get back to the vehicle.
Things went well until the Freedom Parkway. PG had opposed the construction of the highway, but that was long ago. Evidently, the highway wanted some revenge. As PG walked underneath it, he was taking pictures, and not looking at the ground. His feet got caught in a section of old roots, and into the gravel he fell. The camera got the worst of it. It is probably not good for very much any more.
As he got up, and examined his body for anything broken, some small drops of rain fell. A decision was made to walk faster. The vehicle was on Irwin Street, and was reached just when the raindrops got too big to ignore. It could have been worse.