Devil Monkey Boy

There are little drops of water floating in the air. It's not mist, but it feels like it. It's rain that can't be bothered to fall to earth. Precipitation without velocity.

This guy just pointed at me as he walked past. It was a "Hey, buddy, good to see you again" point. I have never seen him before. He was wearing one of those mesh jackets that the guys in the Wall Street pits wear. In a city this size, the question isn't: do I have a doppelganger? It's: how many do I have? Everywhere I go I see Evil Twins of the people I know. This is Bizarro City, and we am the Bizarros.