Urban Scrawl

on the subway on February 17, 2005:

Walking stereotypes of attitude are crowding my existence again. I wonder, does it make a difference where you live? Suburban bitterness had a sour sting as I rotted in my self-made prison. But now, this urban pretension . . . it kicks me in my teeth. At least the small town sheep took time to mock me as I spat crimson at their feet. In the city they are oblivious – to both the pain they cause, and to their wolf's clothing ripping gently apart at the seams.