2002-07-17 - 12:06 a.m.

I saw a young boy the other day. He would walk outside yell something, go back inside. Repeat. I got closer. And he was annoucing time and what not, like some sort of town crier. And then, he got a iron rod and began hitting the stair rail, banging, banging, banging it over and over. His eyes were wide, teeth showing but not in a smile, and neck muscles all tense and showing. He looked at me for a moment and kept on hitting the stair rail with his metal pipe. I walked on by. And it was a couple blocks later, I couldn't hear him hitting the stair rail anymore. The traffic smothered it like so many voices.

Yossarian Yossarian

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