mile nineteen of the marathon route runs dead past the stadium and i planned it that way, my legs hit the wall the exact second i pass the gate and something about staring up at 70,000 empty seats while your body betrays you just unlocks stuff, saw a front office light on at a wild hour last week and my brain immediately built a whole trade, a front office guy allegedly 'burning oil' at that hour is not nothing, that's never nothing, developing, meanwhile a stranger yelled 'go giants' at me from a car for no reason and i took it as a sign, i don't make the rules i just run through them, literally