Flies
June 7th, 2005 byIt would figure that there’s a housefly buzzing above my head right now. Tonight is that kind of night.
I nearly got in a fight tonight. Maybe I was looking for it. I don’t know. But this idiot young guy in an SUV nearly hit me as he was slamming on the brakes at the red light. He stared at me from behind the glass and looked at me like I was in the wrong to be in the crosswalk on my green light. I’m not sure if he even saw the red. I stopped, turned around, squared myself with his window and just stared back at him until the light turned green. It was stupid. He might have had a gun or something. But I was millimeters away from putting my fist through his window. It took all of my strength not to do it. I suppose he had no idea what he could have been getting himself into tonight either. I could have had a gun. The way I looked tonight I’m not sure he would have assumed otherwise. I don’t think I had my friendliest face on. Steel toed boots, long black carhart coat with hooded sweatshirt on underneath and X’ed up fists, I probably looked like 200 lbs of dude-who-just-got-out-of-county-jail and is rather pissed about it. He drove on and we went our separate ways.
Some of my nights are like that. Just full of anger and frustration. I never know quite how to burn it off. I usually just stomp around the city with loud music in my headphones. Tonight was definitely one of those nights.