Hello loyal blog-readers. I am back. Now a short (true) story:
This past Saturday I went out and had beers and stuff. It was Saturday, so…DUH. Well, all that matters is that I was a bit intoxicated…and my dress — I was wearing a Polo pull-over, which was pulled over (hence the name) a tan J-Crew V-neck sweater. But the sweater didn’t have a label — it could have been made by brand X for all those looking. But the point is that the navy polo had a bright yellow horse — bright yellow – emitting its own light that says one thing to one person and another thing to another person. Besides that, forget the prep…I was wearing Levi 501’s — classic — and a pair of white Nike Blazer’s (fresh — self call). Wrapped around my neck — my Iron Maiden dog tag…true BA.
Anyway, after walking home for about a half an hour from a night of, well, you know, I couldn’t but notice that our lovely square — Podebrad Square — where our apartment so nicely sits was blanketed with the kind of fog that you can see through but light can’t get through. I took it in — bro… And here I was, Dickie, alone at night with no one else to enjoy the beautifully (sarcastic) constructed Podebrad Square Church covered in its appropriate slime. And then the hoodrats…
I see two figures. Me and them. Dickiebro and the rats. The rats were throwing rocks at — I’m guessing — their school, which sits right next to the comfortable apartment building in which I live. Aiming for windows…crash….they hit one, they hit a window. They laugh. I get closer and now I have a better look: The kids are probably 16 and dressed head-to-toe in the steeziest of the steeze. Real steeze-mongrels. They have their big sweatshirts decorated in gold stenciling and their hoods draped over their eyes…and, can I see bandanas? Covert-ops! Now I am getting closer, not enough for an interaction but I think…
My Polo. Fuck, my yellow light! I take my pull-over and I pull-it-over…my head, so that it is off my body. Now I’m one of them! I am happy, really? Well, now I have brand X and IRON MAIDEN — my skull dog tag. I am suddenly showered with joy — elated. And now I can interact…I stare, I act cool, my Iron Maiden dangling like an Iron Maiden ought to. I smile and walk cooly past the rats, the BA’s…are they afraid of me? Probably. Fucking MAIDEN, you rock! I get to the front door of my building, unlock the door, and SPRINT up the four flights up the stairs so they don’t catch me…I’m exhausted.
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