Here I sit surrounded by books:-Hell's Angels-Thompson+Mr. Atom-Frank+A Nice Little Place on the North Side-Will+Boys in the Trees-THE LOVELY CARLY SIMON!........I also have my list of US Presidents- I make sure I can rattle off those names with zero hesitation------my mind must remain very crisp. I almost ran into some trouble earlier. When you wade in scum=Joe+Jane Q-you often get dirt on your cap. I checked into GC to see what was hanging on the walls. Nothing much,my "stable" is much stronger. I check out their amps.......dross-----pedals-----------Lenny +Squiggyville....my collection exceeds the super-store? Weak world.......... I leave the mini-mall and decide to go to FEZZ-Fil-A. I pop in my MP4 -REM-MONSTER-What an album. What's the frequency Kenneth......BwwwwwOOOOOOoooooonnnn- Pete Buck really nails the phaser. I sit at my table eating Spicy chicken . I notice some young DOPE at the counter. He is wearing a muscle-tee,has a straw behind each ear,and 21 1/2 tats on his torso. I yawn. WOW! Another muscle-boy. I continue reading my Philly News. I check the Phillies box score. The Fightin's are out of gas,going to be a long season. I look up,my eyes lock onto the steroid-clown. "Hey, got a problem?" I look behind me........he is talking to me? I continue reading the baseball stats. "HEY." I smile. "Hay is for horses." He gets confused. I motion for him to sit down.Now he is REALLY confused. He sits down. I fold up my paper. I eat a waffle fry. He carries a take-out bag. "Listen, why are you so angry? You need to relax. Are you on steroids?" He licks his lips. I have him in baby rabbit mode. "Ummmmm,,,,what do you mean?" "C'mon MMMmmmmaaaannnn, I know your DEAL. You think because you have big "guns" that you can scare people." "I know I can beat your @.." I laugh. I finish my fries. 'Let's go outside. The manager is staring at us." We walk outside. I hold the door for him, he mutters,"Thanks." I walk over to my car he follows-just like a lapdog should. I throw my car keys at him and yell"Catch!" He does. I mock-throw an over-hand right. He flinches. "See? You fell for an old trick. NEVER CATCH THE CAR-KEYS!" Poor Steroid has no clue what to do. I hold out my hand. "Give me my keys." He does. "I like you. You are going to find trouble with your "style." I shake his hand. "What is your name?" "My "boys" call me Big C." Big C, my enemies call me Fezz." "Fezz?" "Yes, from Dickens." "Dickens?' I tell him about Charles. ???????????????????????????? "Big C, I have to roll. See? Violence solves nothing. Why fight me?" "I thought you were eye-balling me." "The world eye-balls us ALL-Rise above." I pick up an Old Fezz cd. I always carry them with me-just in case they are needed. I hand him a cd. "Big C, you need to lay off them 'roids. They have you blowing steam." "Yeah, I guess so." "You guess so? You are picking fights with 50 year old men at Fezz-Fil-A." "You are fifty?" "Yes. I eat healthy and pray alot." I shake his hand again. I write down my phone #. He gives me his. 'Big C. I may need you as a bodyguard soon. I'll pay you $50 an hour.All you have to do is stand there. No REAL violence just poses." "Sounds good." I drive away. He stands in the lot bemused. I crank up REM. What is the frequency ?