It's not that you had it bad...but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good.
You're beautiful, Carol. Your skin, your long neck. The back. The line of you. You're why cavemen chiseled on walls.
Shut up! You don't intimidate me with your attitude. I grew up in hell, homeboy. My grandmother had more attitude.
He knew what I was before I did. The morning I left for college he walked into my room. He held out his hand. And it was filled with money. A big sweaty wad of money. And he said, "I don't want you to ever come back." I just grabbed him and I hugged him. And he turned and walked out.
Ever watch somebody who doesn't know you're watching them? An old woman sitting on a bus? Or kids going to school? Somebody just waiting, and you see this flash come over them. And you know it has nothing to do with anything external. They're just sort of realer and more alive. You look at someone long enough, you discover their humanity.
I work all the time. So never interrupt me! Not if you hear the sound of a thud from my home...and one week later there's a smell from a decaying human body...and you have to hold a hanky to your face because of the stench. Even then, don't come knocking.
