Quick Trip

Saturday, the witching hours. Theme song: Policy of Truth - Depeche Mode

I've been hanging around the fringes of my own mind recently. Got a job offer and I'm not sure if I wanna pass it up or not. It's lucrative but it would mean that I would have to go back to being a suit wearing lemming. The money sounds good but returning to the grind does not. The other options aren't that great though so I think I'm gonna have some serious thinking to do. I've got to play catch up soon, but not tonight. There's Tuesday night and the eclectic ride, Wednesday and bar bouncing with Kels, as well as the last night of Ubiquita at Sutra to review. Also coming up this Sunday night September 3, is another AfroPunk Liberation Session at the Delancey. I'm looking forward to seeing Tiombe Lockhart live. I guess I'll get around to writing about the last few days but right now I'm not really in the mood.

I lay down for a nap after gorging on a home-made turkey burger. When I awoke, every single solitary inch of my body was in pain. It was as if I had taken a pummeling at the hands of a giant while I slept. To shake it off, I went for a walk and ended up sitting on a bench by Franz Siegel park. I sat there for a while listening to Jay Gordon's "Slept so long" (one sexy ass crazy song) when a young girl came and sat down beside me. Anyone that's willing to sit outside on a sodden night is alright by me, so I smiled at her. Then she started to talk.

Each word that came from her lips was full of heartache. Some faceless, nameless, him had affected her in such a way that she was sharing her hurt with a complete stranger. She asked me why. Why did she deserve to be treated this way? I couldn't answer her. I'm no phony to tell someone I hardly know what they do and don't deserve since for all I knew she may have merited every moment. All I could do was say "this too shall pass". Trite huh? But the strangest thing was, as she continued on with her talk I began to cry right along with her. She looked over at me and said "damn, he's so fucked up he's made someone he don't know cry". We stared at each other for a split second and began to laugh. I left soon after.

I don't know her name. She doesn't know mine. Still it's odd how 2 people can connect through the sharing of an experience. She showed me a little bit of the road she had walked. I know that path intimately, having trod it more than once. I hope she minds her footing.

Life affects everyone, doesn't it?

- coming back around... soon, I hope.