August 29, 2002
“Sorry.” Don’t give me that look. Like I meant to step on your heel. Walk faster, then, bitch. Crap, swore again. Sorry, Jesus. I should have given them a dollar. Is UHO even a real homeless organization? Is she a volunteer, or is she homeless? She’s so young. She should get a job. Unless this is her job. That’s right, taxi. I have the right of way. I could get killed if I glare too long. If I were indestructible I’d flip you over, cab. You’d hit me and bounce off my leg. Then I’d flip you over and run.