He will not crush the weakest reed
or put out a flickering candle.
-Isaiah

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Busted



Got caught stealing panty hose and colored pencils from the five and dime.
Store bitch emptied my purse and found a hash pipe. Turned me over to the law. Chief told me to turn all my druggie friends in if I want to walk. Olman picks me up at the station. I play basketball wondering what to do.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Hear some yellin’. I look up to my second story bedroom window and see
white sheets of paper swaying back and forth in the wind. Followed by books.
Then clothes. Then a suitcase. I stuffed it with all the belongings I had in the world.
I split town and never looked back.


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