... and then she paused. Now, it's not like Tyrone's ho to pause in doing anything. Ever since childhood she'd been impulsive, destructively quick to act and judge, spewing vulgar lines of hatred to anyone daring enough to look her in the eye. This time was different though. Maybe it was just my perception but I could see the lines on her face... lines of age, like the deepening ruts that grow into the side of an old barn's wooden boards. Time had come to a stand still for just one imperceptible span of infinite time... and I was staring directly through to the other end. The world was no longer relevent here. I had finally realized my true fate, and it wasn't the fate of Tyrone's ho's deepening and sunken crack addict face. I could make time irrelevent, exist outside it, and within at the very same moment.
No sir, no more bananas for me.
