discipline...

"It's gonna take a lot of discipline," Zote said as he exhaled smoke from his lungs.
He had a mercurial look in his eye. "It's like riding the eye of the hurricane. As long as you stay focused and keep inside, you will be okay. But if you lose your will and slide into the storm, it's all over."

Tyler recalled those words as he sat down on the street. Zote liked to speak in grand sweeping allegorical terms. Since the two had fallen out over terms how to figh the revolution, he had put his words, image and everything else out of his mind. It was too painful.

But now water had passed under the bridge.

Indeed it had.

As he made the rounds of the street where he used to pick up the packages of zif which was the ruby kite's underground currency, it had become a tourist area. Ronald Raygun's revolution had been most successfu. Zack Smiter had only bought it to new heights. The street was filled with the progeny of wall street bastards gorging themselves on the fat of the land. Gone were the days of conceptual art and punk rock. High rent and trendy boutiques ruled the day.

This development didn't bother him that much. In one way or the other it had always been so. It just took discipline to see it....