ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- broke i observed an altrication between three men on state street yesterday afternoon. it was bright and the street was busy, two bigger guys confronting and pushing one smaller but older looking guy. there was a slight scuffle, but no fight, and they went in opposite directions down the street, barking over their shoulders, walking backwards shouting. "YOU ROBBED THAT OLD LADY!!! BROKE BITCH!!" "I AIN'T GOT TO ROB NO ONE!!! I GOT SOMETHING, BROKE NIGGA!! YOU BROKE! YOU GONNA BE BROKE, ALWAYS BEEN BROKE!!!" the sun was shining on all the frozen things around us, and everyone else just went on doing what they'd been doing, oblivious to the screaming about who's broke. i been less and less likely to use this site to express myself. i feel like it's hard to be specific, and the sometimes abstract writing that this results in has hurt people's feelings, or worried them, or made them angry because they have thought i'm saying something mean about them, or something that doesn't fully consider everybody that might be reading. so true. i also only find myself writing when i'm real down or real inspired (like a real diary), so it presents a kind of skewed idea of what's happening. i been real down lately. the sun is shining and i'm thinking about wheteher broke is better or i should just grow up. clearly i won't be growing up anytime soon, but what then, i wonder. 3:11 p.m. - 2.8.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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