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Now walking down 21st Ave, heading south through the Central District. The sun is shining and Im feeling a bit tanned and stoned, smirking at my surroundings.
So I come across a smiling midget, nearby a park where a huge Hispanic family-barbecue rambas. He is on the corner, waist deep in grass clippings, hard at yardwork. He perks up, "Hi!". I smile a hows-it-goin, and he replies, "Really Busy." So I say, "Looks it.", and walk on. Why do I feel like I'm in Zelda? Who are these quizical midgets I keep running across?