the htp.

everyone knows that when i come home to visit my mom i always want to go out. hit the bars, see my friends. tonight was no different. however, after all my old friends left i was able to hang out with newer friends or just a friend. for all intensive purposes the bar was closed, however michelle could not leave. i stayed. hung out and talked. we have talked plenty, facebook style or over drinks. but never like one on one about everything. the conversation got cut short, however it was near the beginning of the conversation when she asked how i was getting home i simply said, dont worry about it. i love when people do not press for details at times but at others do.

i simply left the bar and began my walk home. in mt clemens there is the water front and a small bridge under a bridge for walking that can go for as long as i could see. i simply went underneath the bridge, i had a tshirt that someone made me for the super bowl on. i had another over that to which i had just bought. i took the under shirt off. and left it on the bridge. why? i have no idea, but at times things compel you to do things. and this was it. maybe there were the homeless sleeping. maybe there werent the shirt said who dat? and had the new orleans saints logo on it. maybe someone will come up to it and see it and go i want this. maybe it will get shredded. do i care? not in the slightest. will it make a difference? maybe maybe not. but if for one minute someone could just ask why, why did someone leave this here. then ill be ok with that.

there was a fork in the road. this is how i looked at it. going to the right, sidewalks streetlights all the way back to my moms. the left? very few sidewalks more danger. i have taken both routes. but i took the left tonight. why? because i am tired of the easy way tired of always relying on others for myself.

i passed under other bridges. and thought what i might say if a homeless person were to talk to me. i had one of my favorite hooded sweatshirts on, but would have gladly said. i may be cold for another hour, but if you aren't cold for another night then i want this for you.

what am i? i fucking don't know. but things like this tonight make me think different.

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