Run (2012)
“Like that Job guy, that Jonah guy, whoever. The Bible guy who got himself swallowed by the whale. That guy. Right about now, that’s me.
This particular belly is carved out of concrete, a grey gut that has sucked in years of muddy water, twigs and branches, broken bottles, cast-off cans and needles. It’s a waterway of some kind, a drainage ditch or sewer maybe, sunk forty feet into the earth and curving its way to who knows where, probably the Anacostia River. I can’t see anything but steep-angl...ed walls of concrete and the burnt sky above. I’m standing on the bottom and so is QP Green.
Move that happy white ass, says QP Green, and he’s hustling away, down the waterway, hopscotching the patches of mud and pools of dirty water, and I move my white ass, though it isn’t happy. After we run and we walk and we run some more, QP Green hauls up and starts sucking wind and so do I. He pulls a cell phone from his belt, dials down and says a breathless something, and then we wait.
There’s a fork in the waterway, with a jungle gym of pipes and grillwork at the far wall, and after a while I hear footsteps behind us and after that there’s Jinx and the beret guy, and by the time I’m breathing easy there’s the U Street Crew and a cluster of their women and children, and finally, strolling through the middle of them like it’s a Sunday afternoon in the park, not breaking a sweat, there’s Doctor D.MoreLess
This particular belly is carved out of concrete, a grey gut that has sucked in years of muddy water, twigs and branches, broken bottles, cast-off cans and needles. It’s a waterway of some kind, a drainage ditch or sewer maybe, sunk forty feet into the earth and curving its way to who knows where, probably the Anacostia River. I can’t see anything but steep-angl...ed walls of concrete and the burnt sky above. I’m standing on the bottom and so is QP Green.
Move that happy white ass, says QP Green, and he’s hustling away, down the waterway, hopscotching the patches of mud and pools of dirty water, and I move my white ass, though it isn’t happy. After we run and we walk and we run some more, QP Green hauls up and starts sucking wind and so do I. He pulls a cell phone from his belt, dials down and says a breathless something, and then we wait.
There’s a fork in the waterway, with a jungle gym of pipes and grillwork at the far wall, and after a while I hear footsteps behind us and after that there’s Jinx and the beret guy, and by the time I’m breathing easy there’s the U Street Crew and a cluster of their women and children, and finally, strolling through the middle of them like it’s a Sunday afternoon in the park, not breaking a sweat, there’s Doctor D.MoreLess
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