(This is a rambling. It is dumb. It doesn't make much sense. It probably shouldn't have been posted. Whatever. -PH)
Did you learn the art of solitude sitting amongst the crowd?
Sit at my knee, and I will teach you well.
Horns blast. Curses rise in the air.
Jam-packed freeways built for the efficient movement of cars and their people…
Slowly, molasses pours from an old mason jar. It’s so unfair…What? You. You. You…How dare you cut me off? {Looks at WWJD bracelet. Pauses. Hesitates. Goes for it.} Watch this you, [Expletive deleted]! You [Expletive deleted] piece of [Expletive deleted]. I outta kick your [Expletive deleted] [Expletive deleted].
Wait…Wait...Wait…Are we there yet? Just two minutes behind schedule. Oh, ugh, what’s this ‘bout a golden rule?
Whistle blows. Cheers go up to the rafters.
Crowded gyms and the sound of sneakers and those walls adorned with proud banners…
Two bits, four bits, six bits a dollar. All for our team…oh, huh, what’s Darfur? Is that a new band…Never mind, just keep chatting about that next trip to Cabo.
It’s the ref’s fault we lost that game. And the Janjaweed just won’t give peace a chance.
Have you ever felt alone in the midst of a crowd?
12 January 2008
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