Monday, February 04, 2008

Dead Man Walking


I knew this guy once. Nobody to me, just a guy on a case at first. But I got to know him. He got in a jam and he did what he thought he needed to do to get out of it. 

It didn't turn out so good.


I see people around me, people I know, people I care about. They get themselves in jams, too. 

We bring it upon ourselves.

That's what the buddhists will tell you. 

That motherfucker karma.


We're none of us immune. 


God, it's like a swarm of bees in my head right now. Gritting my teeth like to bust 'em. There's something to say here but I can't get at it. Slips away. Slips left and then comes in with an uppercut or a body shot and pivots left and you jab at empty air and it tucks in again and drives one into your kidneys.

Slips away again...



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