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Something is afoot. There's a certain energy to the air, an electric current tingling and thrumming beneath the normal nights' energy.

Walking down Milwaukee Ave. last night, my friend and I started talking to half a dozen young guys wearing suspenders, headbands, gold chains and wristbands. "We just got in from a wedding in the Historic Garden District of Compton," they told us in jest.

Close to home I passed a pair of identical twins dressed in the same outfit--not so unusual save they were grown women.

Weird and weirder. I'm now wondering what tonight will bring. After all, it's a blue moon.