Short Man
She walked steadily head down through the dirt caked streets of Brooklyn looking at heels of men and women. The overwhelming smell of urine, smoke, and B.O went up both nostrils and made her think, “Why do I even want to stay in a place like this?” Gene pushed her way through the multi-colored crowd ahead; moving so swift that every color looked like a kaleidoscope of deep reds, lilacs, purples, blues, and yellows blurred by the dreary, grey rundown buildings of 28th avenue. “No!” she thought as Sara turned round the block. She was loosing her. Gene turned sharply around the busy corner, just missing a couple holding hands. “NOBODY MOVE! NOBODY GET HURT!” said a short, stout man in a patoi dialect as soon as she reached Sara. The stick was covered by a long felt brown cloth, just like the fuzz of his hair. There was a gun underneath that cloth, a large heavy gun. The mouth of the gun was dark, cold and round just like Short Mans eyes. They stopped and stared at the gun like a deer stuck in headlights. Pupils expanded and retracted systematically with their racing hearts, each beat sacred, for it might have been their last. The man shifted his wild eyes from Gene’s to Sara’s, then back again forming a thicker, tenser atmosphere. He shot off around the corner and he was gone like the wind before they could realize that death could have been only seconds away.
She walked steadily with her head down through the dirt caked streets of Brooklyn, New York looking at all the foot steps moving in synch. The overwhelming smell of urine, smoke, and B.O went up both nostrils and made her think, “Why do I even want to stay in a place like this?” A tall, middle-aged man with a hooked nose and clothes that looked like he hadn’t washed in a decade, walking behind her was arguing with a woman named Lucy. Apparently he was talking to himself, because there wasn’t a women or anyone by in him for the matter. “No, I won the nickel. Damnit Lucy, you owe me a nickel!” She tried to tune it out, but it was actually quite compelling. She realized she was too far behind. *Gene quickened her pace to catch up with Katrine and her other cousin. “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to that mad man” she said huffing under her breath. She pushed her way through the crowd in front of her, moving so swift that every color in the crowd looked like a kaleidoscope of deep reds, lilacs, purples, blues, yellows, and greens. “No!” she thought as Katrine made a turn round the block. *Gene made a move like a firefly round the sharp corner, just missing a trash that had a molding burger, with the green juices sliding down the soiled bin. She caught up with Katrine, but as soon as she was about to say wait for me, a short, stout man with a dark complexion, short fuzz like hair pointed a long stick at all three of them. “NOBODY MOVE! NOBODY GET HURT!” he said in a patoi dialect. The stick was covered by a long felt brown cloth, just like the fuzz of his hair. At the very tip you could see the same dark coldness of a shotgun in his eyes. *Gene, Katrine and Kiki stopped and stared at the gun like a deer stuck in headlights. Pupils expanded and retracted systematically with their racing hearts, each beat sacred for it might have been their last. The short man shifted his eyes to mine to Katrine’s, then back to mine. The wild eyed expression he gave us only made us tense up more. Even though it was only 5 seconds, it felt like 5 minutes of torture. He shot off and around the corner; he was gone before she could even think of what just happened. Katrine, Kiki, and *Gene stood in the same position for another 5 seconds. “This never happened, just forget about it.” Katrine said, but how can someone forget when their very life is threatened?
The Truth
The mindset of the truth can be shattered through simple words, even in the infancy of the words, they soon creep up and settle into a person psyche. Within seconds it can destroy, and quite frankly it sucks. It hurts and I can't understand why we can't accept the truth. In the reality, we do, but we choose not believe it and realize that the more we try to hide the facts, the closer they hover towards the surface.
- We are only human, and we don't always realize how our actions hurt people.
- We listen, but we don't asorb and use the information that we recieve.
- In the end.....It is the end.
In conclusion, "WE" have every right to want to destroy and hurt other.
You may ask, "Does that make you a Sadist?"
The answer to that is NO. But for "WE", yes it does. WE is nothing but a sadist because.. to recieve pain is to accept the truth. It hurts and your learn to understand, that foolish moves can a set a person off. "People" are all crazy and pain and cause crazy thoughts.. which lead to actions.
Your probably confused by now. What is the truth? Well, you will have to figure that out for yourself, because when you do find out the truth you will completely understand what makes a person... HUMAN.
Understanding that your human, is the only way, but can your define human?
Douggie came back today. I have missed him alot and makes up for the affection that I no longer get from Evan. He is such a sweet heart now and understand that using sweet name and telling me stuff can make any person feel good about themself.
We are talking more now(evan) and I. It feels really good. Lacey has to really dampenen the mood though.. Evan, forget about her.. She is useless and if she wants to kill herself. Let her, she was never right for you anyways. She is a 17 year old girl, she need to look after herself.
Whatever, School tomorrow, and I got a bed. 
Night Night.
*ps: tim called me. I don't like him. He's just cool
