Day XII

Perverts
      Things get around, at some point either James or Joe must have confided in somebody. Guilty conscience or what ever, call it what youwant, but it got  around. Nobody keeps a secret forever! In hind sight it was funny as hell, because we remembered the jones he had for her. He was into her from pre-K. She was really cute, with green eyes, freckles, and flowing red locks. He used to talk about all her all the time, too bad he never talked to her. Maybe if he had, he would have gotten her. Perhaps it was a good thing for her he didn’t, she was smart as heck, and was bound to do some cool things, but we never found out. The nabe was going down hill by then, and maybe it’s why her peeps moved out.

      Most of the time the trip to school was a quick thirty minutes, on a crowded number 2 train. Back then we were packed like butts in a a new pack of smokes. I was always dying for a smoke, and just couldn't wait for the train to get to my stop. The iron horse has always been a mess, and there have always been perverts on it, perhaps from day one. Some assholes can't deal with women, can't talk to them, or be around them.

     I had a few sisters, and so did the guys I hung with, maybe it’s why we didn’t sweat girls. Perhaps it's why some guys who don't have any, don't know how to relate to girls. But that doesn't excuse them that are perverts. They get nervous, maybe they think girls can read their dirty minds, and so, they’re afraid to make contact. They don't realize girls want the same things guys want. Inside these assholes are dying.