Asi Es Guey

i frowned, looking down at my callus covered fingers, the tips so hard and nasty they made my soul puke. the trashcan next to my long corridor was overflowing with vomit and i wouldn't of noticed it if it hadn't of fallen all over my shoes. i hadn't showered in ten days and i was begging to smell like that guy. you know that guy, the guy who has come here from that faraway place, not knowing why or how but knowing damn well that he should be doing what he's doing and that makes him happy-- he jumps down off his soap box occasionally and listens to the people, like the loud tenor played over a bullhorn right into somebodies ear--- he speaks so softly into your face that his sweet breath of wine and double bacon cheeseburgers can't help but intoxicate you---
"whats the deal man? you've gotten all you want plus maybe more and you're still a whiny little bitch?"

"the deal is man, now look here see, the deal is that... quit interrupting me now, keeps your pants on, i'm trying to make a point over here... ok, now i tel you the truth, the deal is... oh shit man forget it."

and just like that Josh walked away and down the hill. the street lights reflected down his back onto the newly paved asphalt and i saw him halfway stop and reconsidered his grievances. my stomach had mad pain and i was doubled over on the park bench waiting for somebody to walk up and smack me behind the head with a tree branch and rob me for all i'm worth. i stuck my hands into my pockets and started walking home--- the wind was picking up and the ice was forming on my cheeks. i could feel the could starting to get into my bones and i looked up towards the sky for some kind of answer--- how unwise, the answers never lay there but in my head, just like before.... the liar pounced on my feet and stuck the needles straight into my tongue, for a minute i couldn't speak, but when i finally did, it was the most beautiful language ever spoken by man. it was grunts