gimme your lunch money, or it's curtains kid.

getting mugged doesn't help your nightlife. ALMOST getting mugged is ALMOST as bad...

...so i'm walking off of mission and up cortland ave to meet friends at the bar. it's friday, july 18th., my day off. i've been drinking vodka since 1 pm plus 8 hours. i'm on the phone, not paying attention to 6 kids with black hoods up

all

lined
up
against
the
wall

not talking, not doing things that kids do (or maybe i'm already out of touch at 25) but all grilling me, oblivious to the whole situation still on my cell phone. luckily, my drunk obtuse ass is hanging up, and all of a sudden i have two 14 year old toddlers trying to hem me up.
people, i'm a lover, not a fighter.
i ran into the street, one still hanging onto my sweater.
"HEEYYYO! AAYYY!" i yelled. "HEEYYYO! AAYYY!" it's the new club hit...
...and they ran back into the darkness. and yeah, it's that cliche. i was too drunk. my memory is fucked. maybe they weren't 14. maybe they were a drunken midget circus troop of gypsies running tourist's pockets for gas money. i mean, it is over $4 a gallon.
fuck it.
i don't care who it was.
it's sad that anybody thinks beating or robbing someone is entertaining.
corporation executives screwing shareholders and employees for money, ego driven deviant children ruining a drunk's night in search of the elusive

"cool"

we're all exerting power over one another in every instance.
nietzsche would agree.
then he might try to smack me in the face...
why not?

it's no easy chore staying alert to freaks and hipsters and thugs running amok in this city. up until recently, i've been serendipitously sheltered from things like car theft and stupid kids with nothing better to do. trapped in this complifuckation of a landscape, i can only come to one conclusion. inebriated is the only way i can travel.