shit happens

My virgin eyes have seen hell... with the desperate cries of the boys beside the street light, I stared with pity. the gloom of the night sky seemed all too appropriate. no stars present in the distant sky and all you can hear are the voices of the cars that streak pass. beep... beep... beep as they move faster than they should. not slowing down for anything or anyone... not even the boy who ran across the deadly concrete paths of the city...

I covered my eyes as it happened... wishing that the image would not be imprinted in the back of my head....

the terrified look his eyes possessed, the ironic happiness in his tear, the grounded boy that wanted to fly... splat!!! blood smeared on the window and a dull thud on the roof... "driver, driver! stop!"... we did, but only for a moment....

I looked back at the lifeless body innocently laying on the concrete floor. next was the sound of screeching tires and the movement away from this wonderfully tragic scene....

I turned around grabbed the drivers neck and held on 'till i felt his life slip away... I heard his plea, but I did not recognize the words.... after all I could not speak monster... "Die! you gutless son of a bitch! Die!"

then I woke up to the sound of a car horn held to its annoying note... the driver had successfully driven us out of the city alive... the problem was that I wanted him to die... with me if necessary......

I reached for my wallet to pay the bastard for his service, but somehow I wanted to reach for the knife I had safely tucked under my shirt... I did not however... I had no intention of becoming a murderer for someone I did not know... the thought saddened me... but what else was I to do? I took a crumpled cigarette out of my back pocket and smoked just outside the house I was staying in... I had wondered... did the boy deserve to die like that? Or was he lucky because he only stayed a short while in this shit hole we call life?....