Tuesday, May 19, 2009

5/19/09 - Easy, Killer (I'm just a little dog on a big ol' leash)

The threat of violence still seems to hang over the city like a gleam on a knife that you see out of the corner of your eye - turn to look at it straight on, and it's gone.

Does that seem overly dramatic? How else to explain, after over ten years of life in the city, that now I feel aggressive, overamped, angry at nothing, irritable, seeing slights where once I would have seen nothing at all.

A man walks his very small dog with a thick chrome-plated chain for a leash, and I say, "Thank God you've got him on that chain; no telling what he'd do otherwise," and thankfully, the man walking the dog laughs, too.

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