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on the way to the clinic, i passed this bum dancing in the middle of arch street. he had markered "christ saves" on his stain-spattered shirt and was smiling a big, rotten-tooth smile, singing lousy gospels.  the cars were backed up all the way to vine, honking like maniacs, but he just kept on dancing.  these unbelievers, these children of god.  i pass a small girl with tattoos and facial piercings in all the wrong places.  she's got these big headphones you can hear coming five steps away... just another kid trying to cover the noise, to kill the usual.  investing all her chips in youth.