Friday, November 4, 2011
"the few days after the holiday, that ends the month, the bike ride escaping his lack of sleep thought and feeling. the temperature drops, frozen specs of frozed water lay at the end of the street, not able to tell where the end of the sidewalk is, from the frozen pile of leaves that invite you in. he is still hovering from his high, passed the hospital where he was born, almost home now he pedals faster but cant feel his joints bend, ice cold. two men pass him as the dont give a shit or show no concern to leave room on the sidewalk, the man exhales from his cigarette blowing smoke in my face, it hits his lung harshly. panicked riding away from the scenes. the garage door opens, off the bike. garage door closes. bike drops off the kick stand. the light goes out.