Step Stomp
So here I am walking around this city and I see something fly by from above. It could’ve been someone flying literally or a jumping from the rooftops. Some people looked up and pointed while others went about saying how they thought it was. I more then likely stood out because I was just continuing on acting as if nothing had happened.
“One pack.”
“Very good. Anything else my friend.”
“Nah. Just the pack and the water.”
“Very good and thank you for your business my friend.”
I really have little interest in my former life. Any of them at this point. Heh. I mean it took me a while but finally I decided to just walk the earth. Like that Kane or Khan or whatever guy from that show Kung Fu. Yeah it does kinda sound like that scene in Pulp Fiction. Just don’t mean it so much in that literal of a sense.
It’s kinda funny. When one of these capes and masks runs by I get a knot in my stomach. A lot in that way when a kid brings a bad report card home and their parents didn’t know that report cards came today. Mostly cause I really am enjoying my life. I don’t wake up having to see how a junkie mother mistreats her child cause she’s hopped up on some junk or a hundred other things.
Jason opens the bottle while packing the cigarettes. Taking a quick swig of the water, he continues on the street after coming past the vender. He hears a woman yell out as he places the cap back on the bottle and can hear the footsteps pounding on the paved earth below. The yell is more of anger and frustration. The sound of others bothered travels to his ears and more then likely being pushed away. Jason takes a side step and waits until he can hear the steps come closer. He feels that he waited a bit too late, but grasps out to the air to catch the jacket of the purse snatcher. The man goes flying back to land on his back.
That was stupid of me. Almost so damn corny it was like watching the opening of a bad action flick. Guess whoever directs it is how bad it’ll be. But point is I shouldn’t be pullin’ this kinda thing. Stay in lines. Don’t make noise. Yeah this is my security blanket. And I’m running late. Some habits hard to break and yadda yadda yadda.
“One pack.”
“Very good. Anything else my friend.”
“Nah. Just the pack and the water.”
“Very good and thank you for your business my friend.”
I really have little interest in my former life. Any of them at this point. Heh. I mean it took me a while but finally I decided to just walk the earth. Like that Kane or Khan or whatever guy from that show Kung Fu. Yeah it does kinda sound like that scene in Pulp Fiction. Just don’t mean it so much in that literal of a sense.
It’s kinda funny. When one of these capes and masks runs by I get a knot in my stomach. A lot in that way when a kid brings a bad report card home and their parents didn’t know that report cards came today. Mostly cause I really am enjoying my life. I don’t wake up having to see how a junkie mother mistreats her child cause she’s hopped up on some junk or a hundred other things.
Jason opens the bottle while packing the cigarettes. Taking a quick swig of the water, he continues on the street after coming past the vender. He hears a woman yell out as he places the cap back on the bottle and can hear the footsteps pounding on the paved earth below. The yell is more of anger and frustration. The sound of others bothered travels to his ears and more then likely being pushed away. Jason takes a side step and waits until he can hear the steps come closer. He feels that he waited a bit too late, but grasps out to the air to catch the jacket of the purse snatcher. The man goes flying back to land on his back.
That was stupid of me. Almost so damn corny it was like watching the opening of a bad action flick. Guess whoever directs it is how bad it’ll be. But point is I shouldn’t be pullin’ this kinda thing. Stay in lines. Don’t make noise. Yeah this is my security blanket. And I’m running late. Some habits hard to break and yadda yadda yadda.