i'm not sure i feel safer with the army on my side. i don't feel safer smoking a pipe at my window. i don't feel safer with the hellfire tank in my driveway. i do, tho, feel safer knowing i have a watering hole beside me, some folks who will brave the harshest storms to visit and a brother who knows just where it's at. and in a closeknit hood. and i am still within five minutes from some of my peeps. and i can always take comfort in knowing there lives a mouse in my walls and that i can show my tits to the guys in green while i'm taking a shower and that i have a new place for everything and have lots of options-- endless options since all my cool dark things fell through a crack years ago-- a cold abyssmal crack that used to be half of me. not nice enough. not old enough. not bright enough. not enough. i have a bat and a ball-- and that is pretty much all.
p.s. just you and me in the end. we'll see.
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