New year, same old irony

In the darkness of the first morning of '09, I was walking up my block to my apartment when I heard the footsteps of someone coming up behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see a guy with dark hair and a trendy blazer. "Don't worry," he said, and I think he was kind of amused that he could be a perceived rapist. "I'm following her." He pointed at a skinny blonde walking a little farther up the sidewalk.

happy new year.