Ghetto bird fly's at night.

Sounds like a helicopter and has angry bright lights,

seeks murderers, car thefts, drug dealers and sometimes me,

but never does anything.

I spent 4 hours on the bus stop bench

talking to hipster girl.

I think she was high on coke.

She liked to talk.

I am a good listener but she never let me get a word in,

so I just let her talk.

I got up twice to go to the gay bar across the street to buy drinks.

I drank them down fast and she chewed on ice cubes.

I've never seen anything like it. Must be the coke.

"Want anything to drink? I'm paying"

"No thanks."

We talked a lot about bed bugs.

Mostly she talked and I listened.

We both agreed that we didn't like bed bugs.

A drug deal went down.

There was a fight and some guy on a fixie almost ran me over.

"Shit, that guy almost hit me."

"WHO?" She said.

"That fucker on that bike, didn't you notice me jump into the street?"

"No!"

A minute later a guy said "Yeah that fucker almost hit me too!"

I grabbed her hand and took her into a bar down the street.

"Let's get out of here."

We ordered two beers.

It was nice.

I tried on her glasses.

"Shit you can see for shit."

Someone played a Beach Boys song. It was god only knows....

Then the song stopped,

everyone was pissed!

08/17/2014

Posted on 08/17/2014
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