Taken With the Wind

Paused.
No words.
Just blank stares.
I speak.
"What the Fuck was that about, John?"
He mumbles.
"Don't worry about it."
Defensive.
"Bull shit. You can't tell me not to worry."
Angry.
"And Why not?"
He stopped walking.
I stopped walking.
We stood on the corner
In silence
Glaring into eachother's eyes.
Testing eachother.
"Because telling me not to worry
Is like telling me not to breath."