what do you do with your long hair falling down like rain?
Never smoke crack. That's my advice to you. Crack's just bad news. Heroin, heroin too. Probably want to avoid that stuff. What? No, well, that's a harder story to tell. Officially, I have to say no, that it's a just plain bad idea. Of course, I say this having dunnit myself. What? No, never like that. What?
No, I don't think so. I mean, it's pretty considerable, and it's not like he hasn't done that before. What? Uh, I don't know. Seven, maybe. Yeah, yeah, I think it's seven.
You see that, that's one angry driver. Just doesn't know how to handle himself on the road. All mad and angry and pissed off and honks his horn like the whole world's deaf. Cigarette? You know you can smoke in here, don't you?
It's just that there's going to be a man ejaculating at some point and, in all honesty, I'm not down. What? I dunno, no. I'm sorry I haven't had the time, you know, it's I'm so busy what with the and all meetings all day and then there's the house. What? I dunno, sorry.
Written down, I said I said it's all written down I said. Don't you ever fucking listen. Right there, black and white, plain and day. Eggs, it clearly says eggs. You know, little white things, tend to stink when left to rot? Maybe if you didn't sleep all fucking day you could actually read it.
It's just the society you see, the society just don't care about their old people. Young ones, neither. If you a graduate, right, of of of Johns Hopkins right, you gon get a job cos you know these people. They like they like yo family or something. Your best friend right he works he works in a big in a big in the Legg Mason building right. He wear a suit and all that, he gon hook you up cos he your brother, right. You know what I mean, I mean I mean brother like a brother brother, not like yo momma chile but like a brother brother. But if yo brother, if your friend, see, if he just hangin round the corner with his frien actin like he's hailing a cab, you see you see cos when he hailin a cab he not tryin to hail no cab. So if that yo brother, well you tell me man. On the one hand, you got yo frien working in a suit and on the other you got yo frien selling shit like a fucking drive through Wendy's. And he's probably open all night, too!
But you see like, like people. People tay kay they own. An if you young an if you ol, well yo frien they young an ol. Nah work the kaiser center, right, an they so many ol people, and they just walk aroun all day cos the society, right, the society they just give up on em. They don care. An all they frien, if theeer work in the legg mason buildin they aint work they no more. An the rest they so lonely - eibody jus give up on em. An they poor, an they lonely, and they just waiting to die. Just sit aroun all day, starin at the window, starin at the television. Starin at nothing.
Monkeys ate my uterus
Dogma? Karma! Fuck him with something. Taking on the back seat in the back seat with the up front along. Along riding folded up. fuck him I know you see I wish.
No really, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I've been working all day all day working. I've been out in the back. Back of the house. House cats. Smoking.
Dunno, maybe cigarettes. Feel the need for candy. He's never hungry anymore. Just eats candy and smokes cigarettes.
Used be trouble, never pay attention in classes. The sun would fall and fade and he'd been causing a ruckus somewhere raising heck. Ow no. Now his teachers his teachers they tell me that he walks everywhere like he's a little soldier stanning at attention.
Don't say that.
But it's true. Look, I do my job, I work hard, I don't drink, I don't cause trouble, this is my only vice. I die sooner, well maybe that's not so bad.
Not supposed to say that.
Their daddy he's a monster. Brown hair, brown eyes, always drinking, I can count to twelve.
The other day I saw the fat baby the other day. This woman lives in this building. She has two babies, one looks all mongoloid and the other's the fat baby. Looks like he's three or four by the size of him but he's not. Always wears a surgical mask always. Got those plastic tubes they run under his shirt oh look you can see one under his nose, too
but when he talks you can tell he's just a baby cos as soon as he talks he talks like a baby. uh Man, that scared the shit out of me, seeing that fat little baby kid crying ma-ma, ma-ma.
Already there are three guys standing in line behind me, and all I wanted was some smoke.
ai ai ai An exclamation point marked the spot.
When it's time to go home from work, I get on the bus. Before I get on the bus, however, there's this one guy and he walks up to me and asks me if I have any matches. I tell him I have a lighter which I loan him and he runs off. Actually, I don't understand him at first and he repeats himself in the nervous high pitch that I speak as native. Off behind me there's one of them blue plastic outhouses, into which he drags his nervous and crazy ass I know the score, so I'm busy not staring at the crapper when the bus starts rolling down the street. I get a little nervous, start getting less busy not staring
Don't worry, I'll explain it in a second
and when he comes out and starts strolling along the garden path from the park to the street, through crowds of kids playing catch and he comes back before the bus comes and he fumbles in his pockets for the lighter and produces a pack of Newports and my lighter and lights himself a smoke, it's at this point that I notice the little Dasani bottle in his hands
Now for those of you who don't know, Dasani is a bottled water produced by Coke. Coke doesn't bottle some virgin French stream, nor any virgin French teens, but rather processes normal everyday tap water and then sells their brittle work back to us as premium water.
He hands me the lighter and I gaze into eyes as red as my ass when I haven't bathed in a week he asks if he made me miss the bus, considerate fellow. I know that it could well be the end of him, especially living in this shitty ass part of shitty ass Baltimore, but sometimes you've just got to shoot yourself to get by.