the hard rain fell down on the dark deserted street.
things were never easy for carlos chan abdul macgregor smith.
he was born with a surplus of barely suppressed rage.
and hated the whole human race, and many other creatures besides.
his sort of best friend was nick 23 , an instigator.
carlos wanted to be an instigator just like nick was.
and stand in the street and in parks and shout.
at all the people passing by who were complete idiots.
the instigators mostly hung out all together in the park.
and sometimes they wandered out into the busy city streets.
nick 23 was assuredly the alpha dog of the instigators.
carlos aspired to be just like him, some sweet day.
what, you may well enquire, did the instigators instigate about?
that is a good question, i am glad you asked.
the instigators, generally speaking, did not actually call themselves instigators.
they just felt disquiet in the depths of their beings.
carlos chan abdul macgregor smith could not read or write.
he wanted to make himself felt, and not be ignored.
he picked up phrases from nick and other agitators.
he shouted the phrases and waved his arms a lot.
sometimes the police chased the instigators out of the park.
not all that often - maybe once a month at most.
one day the instigators were chased out - it was raining.
but carlos never returned, not that day or any other.
the only person who noticed was nick, strange to say.
but he never mentioned it, not to anybody at all.
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