kindred unhinged he thought he was a player. (or maybe it's playa) i'm very aware of guys like that. watched him walk in and out week after week, a new chick buying him shit every few weeks. ('see i knew i knowed ja; you wanna balling ass shit but i ain't trying to float ya) an upward nod of the head, a click of the tongue. yeah i see you and i am not impressed. we ended up in the same car, waiting talking and his birthday came up in conversation. 'no wonder i want to fight you' 'i like girls that aren't afraid to say what's on their mind' 'oh, i'm not afraid. i have a little brother that taught me how to not be afraid' we ended up in his house smoking the same blunt. 'i love going to peoples house and seeing pictures from when they were little, meeting their parents and shit. it all falls into place for me then. especially with the pictures.' 'cause those pictures are before people learn how to hide who they really are' his head snapped up and he looked at me wide eyes 'you just put three years together for me' his girl and my friend had missed the conversation but not the reaction. q started laughing. 'no really dude. she just did.' his girl slightly jealous 'maybe you guys should hug now' i stood up and pulled his chest to mine. 'aawww you guys just connected.' the fact that i gave him a piece that completed the picture still boggled him. 'no really dude. i'm serious. that was profound and shit' i sat back in the chair with my right arm draped across the back so my bad shoulder would be more comfortable and smirked. caution, objects in mirror are deeper than they first appear. 091116 ... no reason kind red 091117 ... unhinged do you want me to twist your dreads or 'twist your dreads'? maybe it's unfair of me to assume the worst from you; eh, but on the other hand, maybe not. 100818 ... unhinged after you destroyed another girl's life, this one i knew better than the rest, my trepidation was obviously well founded. 110514 ... lostgirl ah yes. 110514 ... unhinged i'm not sure why i lost the midwest edge; i was under the mistaken perception that people have better intentions on the west coast. that might be 180 degrees from the truth. and i have some nasty scars to show for it. it was some street festival in riverwest in the summer; maybe that soapbox derby. you were wearing a winter beanie even though it was july. i kept grabbing it off your head cause i was drunk and thought it was stupid to wear a winter hat in the summer. you grabbed my wrist but just gentle enough for me not to pull away 'i am really high on cocaine right now and don't want you fucking with my hat' i smiled and gave you the hat back. 'ok ok. here.' you let me go. you walked over to me with a whiskey and coke in a plastic cup and i didn't refuse when you passed the cup in my direction. 151205 what's it to you? who go blather from