dear drunk man

Thursday, feb. 17, 2005   |   0 comments

Dear Drunk Man who yelled “you don’t have to be SCARED of me, shit” at me as I crossed the street to avoid you,

Wouldn’t you say that the very fact that you yelled at me, for a good half a block — while, I believe, grabbing your crotch? — indicates the wisdom of a person crossing the street to stay out of your vacinity circa midnight on a dark, quiet street? However wise such evasive action might have been, that wasn’t even the case with me: I actually, merely had business on the other side of the street.

I think if you take a moment to ponder the situation, you might just see the irony of it all. Please let me know how that goes!

Loving you from here,
Evany