I'm working late tonight, but I left for a little while to see my grandpa and to eat some ice cream with my friend D. On my way out of the parking garage, driving down the center lane, I could see across the little concrete half-floor into the corresponding level going up. [I don't have the language skills to describe the geographic relationship of the intertwined one-way up-driving and down-driving spirals that comprise the parking garage, but hopefully you understand what I mean.] Anyway I could see a car, parked by itself with lots of empty spaces around, and the driver's side door open. There was a guy beside the car doing a handstand. He came down from the handstand as I passed but the next moment went back into another one. I was craning my neck as I spiraled my way down toward the next level, and he might have been dancing (practicing some elaborate breakdancey routine?). I almost drove around to the place where I could head back up the ramp so I could pass him again and find out what he was doing. But it looked like he had his own thing going on so I decided to let him keep his mysterious handstand ritual to himself.
A few years ago I was driving to my favorite spot on the roof of the garage and came upon a man shadowcasting up there. I thought that was pretty neat.
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