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All I have is my feet hitting the pavement.
While I wander, my eyes are turned upwards at the stars. I agree, it isn't the best way to walk, but it's entrancing how clear the sky is. I feel as if I could touch a star out of ignorance, and recoil my hand at the sudden burn. Down the road I can hear skateboards dancing with the street, a car pulling out, and the occasional dog bark. It's only around eight thirty, and you can tell that the sun has set just recently because over the hill an outline can be seen of the suns still faint glow. There's a faint yet overpowering smell of smoke in the air. It's almost comforting, since whenever I smell smoke I relate it with campfires with family, or blowing out the cake at birthday parties. I turn left from my street, aiming for the neighborhood park. Maybe taking a go on the swings can clear my mind. As I make my way towards the gate, I realize something horrific. The rank of skunk is in the air. I think "Well, I can't see any and the smell isn't that bad...but let's just go back this way...away from the smell..." I turn back the way I came, passing my own street, and head for my mothers work. It's a nursery school/day care center. Some of the lights are still on, and I think of my mother for a brief second.
I make a left on Melrose Avenue. My friend used to live here. There are memories here. I remember the large dog that's always out, to the right. I hear it move, its chains rattle, but it doesn't bark. Strange, yet I keep moving. I am at a crossroads. I can go up, towards Cedar Road, a fairly busy road along the cemetery, or down towards the strange out bar and my fathers air conditioning friend. I continue going up, towards Cedar. I hear a girl’s short shriek, and I look to my left. There are shadows on the wall, clearly conveying something I should not stop to observe. I continue my stride, knowing my place. I get up to the next street, but it's still resonating. I can hear what's going on in that house, where the girl shrieked. I hear crying, and a man...a man is yelling "Fuck you. Fuck you! NO, SHUT UP, BITCH. Just, FUCK YOU!" I hear a slap, a hit, a smack. The woman’s cries are subdued. By now, this seems to be a case of abuse. It pains my heart...I keep walking.
I cross the road so that I'm on foot against traffic. I'm also on the side of the cemetery. I won't lie; cemeteries give me an eerie feeling. If I wasn't alone, I’d vouch for walking inside the cemetery. There's just some unprotected feeling I get while in a cemetery. I keep walking till I get to a turn that will take me home. I don't take that turn. I don't want to be home. I don't want to be on my way home. I proceed walking on Cedar, staying to my left, ignoring the small dog that enjoys barking for me as I made my way. I saunter on, eventually reaching the baseball field. It's about eight fifty seven, and i wanted to be home by nine. A half hour walk is enough for me. I walk down through two of the fields, across the parking lot filled with holes, and through my gate. I could enjoy the night life a bit longer…but, the time has come.
It’s time for the night to begin...