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Sunday, November 24, 2002

 
I was sure I lived across the street from a prevert. You know.. someone who you know is perverted beforeyou even meet the guy . It was to be sure this cat was a freak. The girls down the block caught him offering drugs for sex.

There are street kids down the block from my crib, and these kids are all on heroin. Sure, some of them like to share speed, but for most... its heroin.
Scene as follows witnessed by aformentioned girls down the block:

so you got the stuff. yeah man i got it. well, where its at? its at my place. i aint goin to yer place. i tole you man, if you want the stuff what you'd have to do. man. and street kids go off to a building's shelter, where the posters cover the post no bills graffiti and its hard to tell which ios the advert until the rains wet the mans appetite and he shouts at them that he can find plenty of other kids to shoot up with tonite, until the kids agree only if the two can fix, sharing one's worth of junk. safety in numbers the way i see it, and these kids are smarter than the weirdo freakish drugs for sex guy.

The girls down the block may be embellishing this story, but it gets pretty seedy in the city, enough so's that I want to believe and stay indoors with my beer bottle and jazz, wishing that somewhere...

I knew to find the opium dens i've dreamed of, the underground absinthe cave, where the green liquids nearly deafen the sounds of life so much that people stop to check your pulse and wonder why the soul can become so dark. Wonder where we go when the sun is still out, yet we glossy eyed stumble from park bench to the grassy knoll to nap.

There is a man who sits on his haunches at the embarcardero center. business folks with ties and briefcases, lattes and agendas, credit cards and accounts to attend to... this cat on his haunces all day long shouts obscenities and absurdities, he said to me that i was the second coming of Cat Stevens, he told my girlfriend there was no need to worry, for the rapture will sweep us both up and into outer space where the aliens will serve jalapeno dip.




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