"what's going on?"

good question.

i drove up to a stop light on my lunch break and heard what sounded like the voices that open "What's Going On?" before the sax comes in. i turned to my left and looked into the car beside me, a gray Mercury sedan, full of young men talking and laughing.

one of them was casually holding a gun.

i slowly turned my head back and waited for the light to turn. i went to the park and ate my sushi. i watched the birds circle overhead, thinking of Marvin.

"brother, brother..."