as someone politely put it tnight, i do not do mainstream things; is this why i am an outsider?
woke up at 8 instead of 10 cause someone decided to unlock my door and check to see if i was sleepin. broke thru my alarm a bit and ended up wakin at 11. had some breakfast fer a bit, played some games, reviewed some emails. finished up the hip-hop book, and now lookin to start a piece.
to Andy's place fer TWIGS. cooled down a bit, reflected a lil bit about changing attitudes and reminders of what we need to pray fer. hung around fer a bit, played some Bang! and Rock Band, followed by sittin around the tables at Parish Cafe II. lots of lulz there, but thru stories rather than thru sights.
back to base, tryin to plan out tmr. seems like the afternoon's booked up fer a bit. hopin the night plays out right.
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by personal request from "Matt", whose blog you can check out at http://www.mattwong.posterous.com, i'm gonna muse about the night lady in tremont st. she and a few others you've prolly seen in the streets, lookin thru your trash, seeking cans and other goods that ppl have thrown out yet can be of some use to them.
(No lie, this stuff needs to flow into 16 bars)
Ma'am, i saw you when the lights shine low and when the winter breeze blows.
I've walked past many times, wonderin if your actions are mere crimes.
In those cold common confrontations, i've come to these simple summations.
Although some seem at first in haste, it don't mean i've ripped them from anyplace.
Perhaps it's all work, dirty as it be, so she can support her family.
Or maybe she's bored more than ever before, so she tips trash trying fer that one big score.
Or maybe she's smart, pounding pavement, pushing packages to set herself apart.
I admit, I hadn't tried too hard to read the realities of her heart.
Point being through it all, I can't judge, or make that judgment call.
But poverty and problems lie amongst us, no matter how big or small.
It can't hurt to halt, help, hold a hand and reach out.
To learn of hers or a new story, to really get that truth out.
So maybe next time, or next week, when i'm walkin down columbus or tremont street,
i'll act upon my words, do somin small, get her somin to eat.
And it'll be ok, whether she likes vegan, fish or meat.
She deserves to be happy and not feel like dreadful defeat.
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small talk isn't my forte, and i'm not sorry to say that things will be ok. but please don't go, c'mon and stay. see what surprises i've got fer you today.
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