And Gordon walked with Ayodhya through the busy streets. Even though they were silent, their collective thought drowned out the sound of the traffic; the venomous drivers and the sirens of the head of state who blissfully parted the sea of onlookers en route to nowhere. “If I gained superpowers,” he asked Ayodhya, “would you be my disciple?”
Ayodhya turned to him, with a mouth full of cocaine and with a dazed and hazy breath, he stumbled this out this response, “buh... buh what the hell you smoke today?”
Gordon laughed and together they continued in silence.