Schtitt and Mario hang out — "Three passing Allstonian street-kids mock and…"
Three passing Allstonian street-kids mock and make fun of Mario’s appearance behind the pair’s backs. Some of Mario’s thinking-faces are almost orgasmic: fluttery and slack.
Context
Schtitt is mid-sentence on life as endless war against the self when he catches the falling boy whose body wars visibly — doctrine and its tenderest illustration in one motion, staged as a dance-floor dip. The street-kids get one sentence: the world's default response to Mario's appearance, noted and not even paused for.