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May 14, 2005
bookbag, murder
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You know it is the sabbath for R. but opted for the CH scene anyway for reasons just not quite interesting enough for the time I have right now. St. John’s for glass and mess, up the St. John’s block and back with a couple “What’s up”s, one well targeted and ignored, but just about at the corner some guy greets me all cheery like. Looks familiar but like most times, I can’t connect to anything specific. I ask, he beckons me to follow (to be clear but also because I think it’s interesting point about me: ‘beckon’ there because so wrong there, and that’s fun…maybe superficial but I like it, and there’s my prob with writing. The play is great, but little depth, and if it’s fun for me, quite rarely is for others.). Tells me thought it was me across street but with bookbag…asking self is it my dog? or no? naw…I thought if it was you’d you’d recognize me across street & come over. Calls up to my last askee, “murder, why you don’t help my man out, why you pass him up like that?” [so, earlier entry (on paper still at this point) wrong about murder being slang for product, obviously. but…] my friend is explaining to murder that I’m good but people see the bookbag and be thinking he TNT. So, immediate replacement for my ghetto fabulary collection.
Posted by peligrito at May 14, 2005 12:40 AM
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