Jan 07, 2010 in Uncategorized
Never really had much I s’pose. That’s were all the trouble started at. Seemed to me, a fella’s gotta be able to eat somethin’ nice every once in awhile. But when all ya gots is nothing, you can’t really get much. So I did what I did and I moved on. But I guess they didn’t really see it that way. Wasn’t long before I was being dragged out into the street. Dirty, hungry hands pulling at my belly tryin’ to get back the food. Dirty, hungry feet kicking at my mouth to get back their taste. Can’t be mad I guess. They only doin’ what is right to them. I took what wasn’t mine and they took it back. Was a miricle really that saved me. Kicked so hard they thought I was dead. ig’nent bastards.. never heard of no pulse so there I lay. Blood comin’ out the cracks in my skin. Out of my ears and eyes. My mouth. My nose. My leg was broken and two of my fingers gone from my right hand. Can’t hear no more out my right ear. I lay there in the mud dyin’ - dead to them - for gone near three days. Had it not been for the rain I probaly woulda died of thirst. My jaw was busted up and my mouth open to catch the muddy rain as it bounced off the ground. My eyes swoled shut keepin’ out the flys. I wish I had died there. I’m worse off now then I was then. An for what? Three apples and a pice of dried bread. I’m just sayin’ is all.