because a gift that makes sense ain’t worth giving: I
“don’t take no motherfuckin detour”
The street smells like the burnt salt of pretzels sold on the street but there aren’t any pretzels or pretzel vendors. There wouldn’t be because there are lots of homeless people around here and that’s never good for a food business. A dozen pigeons are gathered around some stale bagels though. The weaker, more fucked up looking birds are arranged in a broken oval while the larger, more dominant ones fight and tear the food apart. A lot of the stale bagel crumbs blow away and some of the birds along the perimeter feebly go for them but most just stand there blinking. They look like pretty shitty bagels.
“You find em, better tell em up the way what I did. Anyone gonna find out, better tell em what I did. Gonna find someone, better tell em what I did. See somebody down there, better tell em about what I did. And if someone get up inside your ass, better tell em about what I did. Someone got you against the wall, you tell em about what I did.”
you have nothing to live up to. you have nothing to live down.
They sell toys around here. It’s known as the toy district. They also sell hookahs and pipes. The storefronts don’t look like toy stores, they’re mostly wholesale liquidators, but the signage all appears as it would in a toy store. The messages are all cutesy and cloying. Wonder if my parents ever got me anything at a place like that. I bet these toys all smell like cigarettes.
“get the fuck out of my way”
I wasn’t even 10 feet from her. She’s dangling a bag of loose cigarettes like she’s tempting the ground to indulge. I would never put anything from that bag near my mouth. She’s a real honest woman though, tells it to you straight. No pretense about her.
She’d never send anyone a birthday card.
