Red-eyed Tyson walked into the corner deli. He had fallen asleep reading on the B43 bus via the Kings Highway. A light snow had begun to fall on the city slums. In a strange way this pleased Tyson.. though he couldn't understand why.
"What will it be today Tyson?" asked the cashier
"A Hustler... And some Skittles." replied Tyson
He paid with a ten, smiled at the cashier, and walked out of the store into what would be the first day of the rest of his picnic life.
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