it's good to to be home
.
while having coffe downtown with curt golden,
i saw a young dud knee a large papr napkin into
the street (you know, like one would knee a soccer
ball; yes - i’m an american). i asked him if he just
threw his trash into the street (clealy, a rhetorical
question). hw ofered to explain (rather than simply
explaining); i said i was uninterested in his explanation.
he then asked (defensively) if i was the litter patrol.
i replied that i live in this city. our exchange unfolded,
during which i got out of chair, walked into the street,
pcked up his trach and thrwe it away in the coffee shop bin.
again he ofeered an explanation, indicating that there was
some hidded motive in his behavior that would make it all okay,
but i just didn’t care how he justified being a dick. i was outraged
by the dude's nonchalance and blatent disregard of a moral norm,
and i addressed him adamantly. interestingly, he remained pretty
chill throughout. he must have been extermely confident in his
belief. at the end of it all, he said something like, “have a good afternoon.”
my reply was instant: “fuck you.”
i'm remindedof something, but i can't quite put my finger on it....
it's good to be home. whatch out, world.
i’m jet-lagged & tied, as reflected in my inability to think & spell very good.
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