The sidewalk is a trampoline. The sidewalk is a snake. The sidewalk bounces us along, eats us up, and whistles. We are Mexican jumping beans. We are snake eyes. We are lucky and unlucky and we always get to roll again. The bus driver said hello when I got on board but let me off without a second glance. This city hurts me. It deserts me and it inspires me. The alcoholics are the good guys and the cops are evil, though I’m told it’s sometimes the other way around. What to do next? Where to go? Who really knows?
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Lucky And Unlucky
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