But that's the way of things, the laws of it all. The advent of summer has been a little rough for people down abouts. With hurricane season upon us, the heat pressing & dragging & generating, easily, more torpor every single day than contained in a hundred thousand tortoises... as well the steady resurgence of rape, murder, muggings, ODs.... & let us not forget, never, the bullshit of suicide.... Well, shit, homeboys/girls, I hope you see, this summer seems a bit psychically difficult for almost everyone I know here.
Though just the other night, all the bloodshed, the storm-fear, the encroaching Anniversary, it all just seemed forgotten by all... & for no real actual dated or official occasion. The darkness just went back to wherever it came from if only, if only for a brief hurump of joy. Spontaneously everyone just fucking got juiced on life, whiskey, sex & whatever else it was in the air or the bloodstream. It seemed like the whole damn city just forgot to worry cyclones or to grieve all the fresh violence.
Yeah kids, We whooped it hard... We whooped it good....
& it felt fucking great.
Carry on to witness something better than prozac. Grief, you bitch, this one's for you...
