Friday, May 24, 2019

Journal #5 of 2019 - How my Brain Works

I leave the office building where I work, and turn down Institute Avenue to walk to the barbecue joint at the end of the street. I pass by Panda Express, and two different sub shops.

As I wait for my turn to cross the street, I look above and I see him. He stands atop of the sky scraper, but his black supersuit absorbs all light. He jumps and leaps toward me. My Fitbit on one hand and smart watch on the other. I bring them together in and my suit grows around me, my face quickly concealed before anyone notice. "The [Hero]" someone shouts as I leap into the air. I fly towards [villain] and we crash into each other. He gets the better of me and starts to shove me toward the earth...

And I cross the street.

I cross the street and continue down the sidewalk, Doze's breakfast is on my right. Pancakes actually sound pretty good! As I turn too enter into Doze's, it explodes into fire and glass, sending me across Institute Avenue, crashing me into the public bus. My trench coat crackles like fireworks as it took the brunt of the force. I wrap my trench coat around me and run into the blaze, looking to rescue anyone I see. The smoke is thick and the heat is real and I am able to grab students and point them to the exit when I see him. He drops a dead body and faces toward me. His face is concealed in a ski mask and his coat billows. With my years as a wizard I direct the fire and aim it at him. He's able to move my fire tornado away from him and force it into the sky, bringing all the fire out of the building in one deep boom. I ready another spell ready to level the building with him in it after everything he's done. He. Will. Pay.

I decide against breakfast food.

The sandwich shop is bustling and decide against it too, and at the end of the block is Cocky's barbecue. Something I've enjoyed numerous times. My belly grumbles and it seems to agree, that's where we'll get our grub.

I increase the speed of stride, hungry for the pulled pork that was destined for me. A group of guys exits the barbecue and immediately stop me, pushing me slightly. College kids. I'm tall for who I am, and in somewhat in shape. The leader of the group mocks my outfit. It isn't form fitting and my hair isn't brushed, as I was in a rush this morning. I try to walk past, but am pushed again. They mock me. My quick wit immediately shoots back, but I went too far, and they grow angry. They spew some racist comments and shove me, hard. I don't fall, but do take several steps back. The leader raises his fists and goes for a right punch. I lean back, grab his wrist, my left arm lifts above his right and I slide my elbow down his arm and into his nose, the crunch is audible and he falls back. He scoots towards his friends and points towards me. It's on.
Using my martial arts skills, I blocked the first swing, second swing, and blocked a kick. I jumped back, roundhouse kick into all three of their faces. Jumped into the guy in the middle, clothesline-ing both guys on either side of me. All four of us go down, me landing in my super hero pose.

I turned into Cocky's and got my lunch.

It was tasty.

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