Keywon drove around the block for the 5th time. The way it felt, he might have been doing this for hours. But no - he needed to be back at his inner city church to work on his sermon, and soon.<br/><br/>When he finally parked his too practical, too affordable Hyundai it was raining hard, drenching him. He carefully removed his blazer and rolled it up, being sure to cover the "Pastor Gamble" name tag. He made himself yet another excuse to delay and wandered into the music store, telling himself he should let his near khakis and blue polo dry out to make a good impression. He didn't want to appear seedy in any way.<br/><br/>The obsession with any man like him - his dark skin well washed and moisturized, curly hair and beard very neatly trimmed and oiled.<br/><br/>He wandered looking at the music, always welcomed by reminders of his typical suburban upbringing. So much familiar music. He felt awkward in the inner city, always trying to relate to gang bangers and single mothers.<br/><br/>He'd been such a confidant kid through school, even sowing his oats in his boyishly debauched college years. He was always so in control and always had the right words at the pulpit, or counseling people with their family issues. How had this... craving? for a little excitement and release from his too uptight world made him so unsure a person?<br/><br/>He walked past the front door of the tattoo parlor a few times more for good measure, peering in to see who might be there to judge him, too close to the windows, trying to minimize his exposure to the rain.<br/><br/>He totally misjudged how well anyone indoors might be able to see him.