Black Riders

Though I enjoy cooking, I usually would rather let someone else do it so I can spend more time...say philosophizing. Thus, I'm a regular at the student dorms, which harbors excellent cooks, when someone doesn't invite me for food or in the rare instance I decide to fend for myself. One cold night I'm making my way to the food stop when two (likely drunk) men on a cheap Russian motorbike continuously circle me in the dark. Close enough for me to give 'em a shove and laugh as they tumble to the ground. But I choose the high road and keep walking. They continue to rally around the dorm as I dine. Some students worried about my welfare decide to escort me home even after I decline the invitation, insisting I can "boks". They negate. Then I remember I'm in the "Peace" Corps. If only certain people took the high road and realized that peace is the only means of progress.