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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

But then, the craziest thing happened. A cat, like, a legit stray cat, jumped on my lap while we were sitting. I freaked out! I’m not a cat person, man. Amir thought it was hilarious. He started taking pics. “This is going on Instagram!” he said. I was like, “No way! I’m not getting tagged in that!” But, of course, he did it anyway.

Shahat Muhammad Anwar’s Recitation of Verses from Surah Ad-Dukhan