A lanky man walked past me and I could hear his shoes shift from the salty sand on the sidewalk. His heels turned 180 degrees. There was more crunching and shifting behind my ears, like an angry bull ready to strike the flapping red cloth of the bull fighter. I could hear him running, steps thundering louder and louder towards me.
“Yo, dyke! Wait up! Yo, yo, yo dyke!”