ranting and pointing his finger, at everything but his heart
"Fuck you! i can't believe it! my knee.....ffffuck! where are my keys? i can't bel.......fffffuck!"
horrible yelling coming in through my balcony door. i put my book down and went out to see. there are images in life that can send a feeling through you like electricity, overwhelming. seeing an out of control man screaming in a womans face, flailing his devilish arms in rage while the woman calmly looks at the sidewalk and waits for this to pass is at the top of this list for me.
i swiftly walked downstairs, slid on my flip-flops and walked over.....not knowing what i was getting myself into, but not caring. the man had turned his back and was venting to the air i suppose for a moment and i went carefully upto the woman and asked if she was alright. she said yes, she was o.k., keeping her eyes fixed on the ground, looking for his keys i guessed. her reaction to me said so much. she has been through this before, 'please don't make a scene, please don't do anything that will make the cops come' she had said it without speaking it. i went inside and got a flashlight. she said thank you but when she turned it on, it was barely stronger than what the streetlights produced and i felt a little embarrassed.
after observing the man a little and this situation, everything became apparent. like a quiet revelation. this is a mentally sick man, and she is the caretaker. the pain shoots through and i feel that crushing feeling in my chest. hopeless tragedy. he's one of the millions who've lost control and can no longer see. she's one of the millions who devote their life to these people and try to help. and there are so many people like him. like a 3 year old stuck in a mans body. the wiring in the brain is all wrong, and its done up tight.
right in the middle of this thought, a voice from behind says, "hey." it's my buddy Mike Braun who's down from Montreal for a couple days. the woman assured me that she's o.k. and Mike and i went inside. it was a great relief to see him. he's one of my best friends and there is barely anyone on the planet that i have a deeper connection with. there's nothing i could do about the situation anymore and i needed to forget it. we got in his car and went to see Transformers.
horrible yelling coming in through my balcony door. i put my book down and went out to see. there are images in life that can send a feeling through you like electricity, overwhelming. seeing an out of control man screaming in a womans face, flailing his devilish arms in rage while the woman calmly looks at the sidewalk and waits for this to pass is at the top of this list for me.
i swiftly walked downstairs, slid on my flip-flops and walked over.....not knowing what i was getting myself into, but not caring. the man had turned his back and was venting to the air i suppose for a moment and i went carefully upto the woman and asked if she was alright. she said yes, she was o.k., keeping her eyes fixed on the ground, looking for his keys i guessed. her reaction to me said so much. she has been through this before, 'please don't make a scene, please don't do anything that will make the cops come' she had said it without speaking it. i went inside and got a flashlight. she said thank you but when she turned it on, it was barely stronger than what the streetlights produced and i felt a little embarrassed.
after observing the man a little and this situation, everything became apparent. like a quiet revelation. this is a mentally sick man, and she is the caretaker. the pain shoots through and i feel that crushing feeling in my chest. hopeless tragedy. he's one of the millions who've lost control and can no longer see. she's one of the millions who devote their life to these people and try to help. and there are so many people like him. like a 3 year old stuck in a mans body. the wiring in the brain is all wrong, and its done up tight.
right in the middle of this thought, a voice from behind says, "hey." it's my buddy Mike Braun who's down from Montreal for a couple days. the woman assured me that she's o.k. and Mike and i went inside. it was a great relief to see him. he's one of my best friends and there is barely anyone on the planet that i have a deeper connection with. there's nothing i could do about the situation anymore and i needed to forget it. we got in his car and went to see Transformers.