No Fancy Pants Required For A Spiritual Dancer

Mr. Smooth said that cars run better when he’s a passenger.

I thought it was a smug thing to say but I have to admit it’s true, at least when he rides with me.

He’s not the swivel-hipped rebel from some forgotten vignette now showing on YouTube— he’s more like someone with no space left in his heart for anyone else’s reality.

Some things you just have to take at face value.

I mean, I really don’t consider the energy it takes to pay attention expendable for any megalomaniac who comes along.

Some of them call it a steampunk world, but I say it’s all relative.