
Several young women in tight shorts and white tee shirts did offer me a free drink however. They were Red Bull girls and things started looking up. My attention wandered to the sidewalk chalk artists. These students attacked the task at hand in the blazing noon day sun with gusto. The young woman in the foreground used a two fisted approach as she layered in the yellow and orange hair on her Henai creation. The artist in the black skull cap took a more somber view and half of his sidewalk square was filled in with pure black chalk.
On the stage in front of the entrance of the school, a group of man dressed in red sweats began a strength demonstration. They tore phone books in half, busted baseball bats and crushed a tower of cement blocks. Between bouts of destruction, they explained that they were destroying things for Jesus. Each of them at one point was at the top of their game living the plush life of a sports star, when for each, an unexpected injury bought them down and made them realize they were living only for themselves. When they discovered Jesus their lives were turned around. I applaud their dedication to destruction, but they would have been far more entertaining without the lecture.
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