Randolph stood across the street from
the graffiti Jesus. The body was painted normal, in proportion to the
cross to which it was nailed, but the head was huge. A giant
caricature head hanging down in despair like a bobble-head with a
busted neck spring. The savior’s eyes were security cameras, not
painted, real. They were there long before graffiti Jesus appeared.
These eyes really did follow you as you walked by. That's why
Randolph stood here. He wanted those eyes to see him. Wanted the
slime-ball he knew was glued to the monitors to know that he was
coming.
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