Another extra E.
11.3.2k7

What in the hell is the matter with us? I got jerks that cut you off in line for the loo then sucker-punch you for callin' them on it (happened to a pal). I got jerks that BY GOD will not stop at a stop sign even if they see you and see that you have no stop sign and thereby the right-of-way and call you a fuckn asshole for being there and going through the intersection. I have garbage men that pull down wires and bash gates off their tracks. I've got neighbors that abandon cars for months out in front of our place. And I got kids and their PE class across the street. This "physical education" is the biggest joke of them all.

The goddamn class meets at about the time I'm pulling on my socks. The part I see is the run around the smallish playground. Run. ha. It's a two horse race: The short, skinny black grrrrl who gets out of the gates fast, and the tall, lanky long-haired blonde grrrrl who catches her at turn two and doesn't look back. There are more kids in the class, you know, but they, uh, don't run. They walk. Slowly. They shuffle. They don't even try and don't look like they give a good goddamn. I had to take PE back in the day, and we had to run. Jump. Climb things and throw shit. Even the biggest, shortest, stupidest or slowest of us would give it a try. These children don't even try. It's sad. What would they do if they were being chased? The cops would catch them, that's what.


Tonight - Lucky 13.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!