The woman tapped her heel on the pavement and
flicked her cigarette seventeen feet away.
“Impressive,” I said, mimicking Darth Vader
because she’d never seen Star Wars and why not
rip off some of the dialogue to impress
her? I mean, if you’re going to borrow the
words of any writer in history, you
go with George Lucas. Am I right? “Me-sa spake,”
I said, then I slapped myself across the face.
“What?” she asked. “Forget I said anything,” I
replied. “The point is, you underestimate
my power.” Then I flicked my Camel at least
forty feet away … right next to a propane
tank I hadn’t noticed. The woman covered
her ears and glared at me. “Oops,” I said, and then…