One Year Out
She was art fractured narrative the nose of every sculptured face on my building is gone. Who broke every nose? On Halloween some neighborhood kids were throwing eggs at windows and running. I just put my key in the door and didn't say a word. Like the other day, a man on a bench said, "Hey, my man. Hey, pimp." and I kept walking. It's funny that back in high school or maybe a little later my friends and I were going to a concert (wonder which one) and I crossed the street to avoid a group of somewhat threatening-looking individuals and my friend chided me with "Uncool." That was basically in the neighborhood where I live now. Never liked to go there much before but I think it's okay now except for late night incidents like someone yelling in the alley the other night. I wanted to yell, "Shut up!" but I didn't really want to start anything.