March 14, 2006
42 Ways To Drown
I happened yesterday. Jumped down off a ledge, and there I was, slinky wet from rain, splashing water in your face, banging car doors; always, always crossing the road at the heaviest traffic. I got shot once - got a bullet in my arm, got shot by the same people you see every day, fingers up their nose, their ears, clumsy fucks with mortgages and health insurance and monthly cheques and bloody vitamins. Or at the very least, they serve you dinner, write your news and chat up your girlfriends on the way to theatre, sniggering at the homeless man coughing blood that drops, drips down in tiny rivulets, liquid as my swollen anger.
Snap.