a_ride_home_from_school art choke everything about that day, was oh-so-clear. every memory and sound and thought. i was waiting for my hopeless mother to pick me up from school. a simple task she likes to makes difficult. late, as usual. i knew you, somewhat, we've exchanged a few meaningless words. you drove right up to me, offered me a ride home. i smiled, replied,'no thanks, someone'll be here soon.' you questioned. i denied. then you drove away. i wanted you to know, that your niceness almost made me cry. m.s., thank you... 030428 ... ashes vicious i take the bus home from school. 030429 what's it to you? who go blather from