### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ####### [ While The Rest Of The World Is Asleep ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ WHILE THE REST OF THE WORLD IS ASLEEP by THE GNN/DCS/uXu We were of the same age, but the distance between us were a billion light years; metaphorically speaking of course - he stood right in front of me, blocking my important path with his filthy beggar's hand. I sneered. "Spare some change? But seriously, do I look like I carry change?" He eyed me down from my expensive shoes via my expensive suit up to my eyes, which he could not make contact with, as they were covered by a pair of expensive sun glasses. "No..." he replied with a destroyed voice. "You don't, Sir." "And I guess you do not take VISA?" "We seldom do." "'We'?" "We on the outside." Then he put his unsanitary hand over the mouth and coughed bad for a while. Revolting. Saliva dangled from his beard as he resumed the begging position. No way I would walk around him; he had to move, he stood in my way. "Right!" I said and drew my leather wallet out of a pocket. I pretended to dig around in it. "Change, let's see..." I handed him a bill. He stared at it. Then at me. It was as if he could not believe that I had done it. "Take it!" I insisted. "Take it! Come on!" (I will soon get it back, I thought.) So he took it, saying thank you thank you sir thank you sir. And then he quickly turned around and limped away before I changed my mind. But I had no intention of changing my mind. The show had just begun. It was time to teach this sad excuse for a human being a little lesson in contemporary life. I followed him from a safe distance. Everything turned out just as I had expected. Longing for a hot meal, the man entered the nearest restaurant, a simple diner. They threw him out at once. The man looked rather confused; he did not understand. He would soon, I figured. He moved on. At some sleazy burger joint, the chased him away with a baseball bat, throwing the notions of 'parasite' and 'thief' to his back. He moved on. He went into a liquor store to get something to drink. When he tried to pay, they did what all other people at all other places had done: They threw him out. Labelled him criminal. Refused to have anything to do with him. I approached as he was lying there crying on the pavement, moaning about the lost paradise. "I don't get it..." he sobbed. "Why?" he asked me. "Inflexible logic. The world as we know it." Now he understood. It was time to end the show and take back what belonged to me. He had learned his lesson. So I snatched my thousand dollar bill out of his hand and left. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #509 Underground eXperts United 1999 uXu #509 Send your submissions to submission@uxu.org ---------------------------------------------------------------------------