2004-01-14 - 6:05 a.m.
it hurts
apologies hurt
because you have to admit you are wrong
which means you are broken
which means you don't belong among so many working wonders of modern knowledge, philosophy, morality, and propriety
which tastes like salt in your drinking water
and sand in your sandwich.
i remember the soft feel of my dad's hair..
i remember telling him not to drink...
i remember seeing the red cup in his hand and the silver band around his wrist..
i'm not ready to re-meet the family i came from.
i want a family where i fit.
i sound like a kid being interviewed on why he joined the Crips.
