futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- angry people On my way home I passed this guy: he had on sun glasses,an old dirty coat and a cheap walkman. He was moving to the music sort-of angry-like. I was in an isolated allyway so I kept and eye on him. As he passes he said �Don�t fucking look down on me bitch.� Now normally I�d be scared but, I could see he was just a guy and probably gets looked down on too much and I might have been giving him �the look� the one that cops always give me when I�m running at night in my black sweats, like I might be up to something other than running. Like they don�t want me around. And I hate that so I said. �I wouldn't look down on you I�m not like that.� �Where are you from? Carnegie Mellon! Right.� He says and moves on. �Yeah, so what�s that�s supposed to mean?� I said turning around and calling him out as he stared around the corner back to Craig street. �I wasn�t looking down on you and if it seemed that way then I�m sorry it seemed that way because that�s not what it was! I wouldn't look down on you! What are you angry? Well, then: Fuck You. Cause that�s what you want to hear!� And he turns �What did you say?� �You wanna just shout at me?� I shouted �I�ll shout at you!� �Well, hold on, sister.� He says and cools right off. And so we got talking. He mentioned the pyramid on the back of the dollar bill and Louis Farikan all in one breath. But I listened. It didn�t matter if he was right or not. I got the feeling that no one listened to him and that�s why he was so mean. But he was a nice guy and we parted on good terms. And I feel really good. Because all I did was say what I thought and listen and he seemed for a moment or two to listen back. 21:57:06 - 2001-02-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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