Two Step The Crash Course, Part 1: Haymesh & The Man
“I know what this is, this is a bloodletting.” That’s what he said, loud and clear, to the man across him under the skyscrapers.
“Know what this is, we all do. Get swallowed by it? Yes—eventually, I suppose, we all do. So, what is it Haymesh?
“I have been done this forty days and forty nights, and I am not sure if its entirely fake.”
“I assure you, fake it is not. So what is it: Are we long lost brothers?”
“No. I know who you are, I know what you’re doing. I know what this is, this is a bloodletting.”
“Well, when you go your own way,and I assuredly mine, know that you’ve got nowhere to play, for you’ve been brainwashed to the way.”
“If all my life I was made to do right, then this is the last night of my life.”
They parted in two-step along the mean pavement of the looking-its-own-way city. As it had been, tonight the demon was the shot-caller. As they got to the far-end of earshot, the man turned and yelled to Haymesh:
“You know, Haymesh, brothers I’ve had before, and brothers I will have again. ‘Tis you who have lived without a brother.”
