7.5.11

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at a food court i saw an old couple arguing. i think they were homeless. the man had a shopping cart full of garbage. he was very skinny and bald, like he had cancer. he kept yelling at the woman. he kept saying, "i told you not to fucking say that word." he was talking in a mean but hushed way. the woman eventually got up and walked away and the look on her face was very very sad. the look on her face was like, "well, ok" and she was trying not to cry. it seemed like she cared about the man. i thought about it all day, and it made me feel awful, like i couldn't function because doing anything felt stupid when someone was that hurt. then later on at night, while i was thinking about it, i started panicking real bad. and it transitioned to thinking about getting my nose bitten off by someone. like, someone biting off all the cartilage and skin. and then i kept panicking when i thought about it. the worst part would be the aftermath, just sitting there with a hole in my face, and the air making it hurt and there'd be nothing i could do until i got to the hospital. thanks to anyone who has bought and/or read any of my books. i appreciate it.

5 comments:

Jordan Castro said...

damn...

sweet...

sweet post

sam pink said...

hey, thanks jordan! :)

Mark Rushing said...

You are welcome. Thank you Sam.

steve roggenbuck said...

yeah great post sam

Anonymous said...

i think you're a really good person ("really, "good," and "person" aren't the right words, but i think they're close) and i'm glad you feel like you want to write things like this down in blog posts sometimes