a few hours ago in montgomery alabama nothing important happened far as I know.
I was just waiting for my bus. got hungry. walked up the clean streets of a hill sensing towards the center of town. guy I met on the way up to a gas station or something was just wandering around the clean streets here after a row with his cousin. can’t go back to the house. just takes all my money and spends it himself. and we family. I mean, I work. I work and I come back to the house and he just takes it and spend it himself so we me and my cousin we fought like. yeah, it was bad. no, i’m not making up wi’ him. he kept looking around when he talked to me like he expected someone better to be coming up behind me. He had an oversized red tee shirt on and didn’t look down and out, just sad and beat, and i knew he was gonna hit me up for those two dollars. just go make up with your cousin, man. guy can’t make you throw for a hotel just cause you got in a row. but I don’t know the details. I’d been going up the clean streets feeling a little skinny looking for peanuts or something else cheap. went up tallapoosa. turned on cussa. turned onto bibb and laugh out loud. fucking bibb street. after tallapoosa and cussa? and you know tallapoosa and cussa have got to rhyme. can’t just be pronounced cuss-a. for the perfection of my experience to occur these street names have got to rhyme. and i’m nosing for perfection worth a laugh so i’m not looking it up now that i’m in front of a computer and could find out not only the pronunciation of cussa but the origin of the name too, specific and general. there’s the gas station. hope the guy in the red shirt figures it out with his cousin. I wish his dad hadn’t died and he had a real home. I see the gas station’s got a food mart and head up there up the clean of the wide street Bibb, giggling at cussa. get chips and peanuts. decide to get the off-brand chips with the monosodium glutinate or whatever msg stands for instead of lay’s dill pickle flavor, for 40 cents less. eat them walking back down cussa where I meet the guy in the red shirt with the residency issue. also the familial issue. turn back onto tallapoosa after i’ve done the talking previously mentioned and get on my bus to Atlanta. there’s a terrible crash on the highway. right side. the wreckage already looks old, it’s so bad torn up. car reduced to metal machine semblance in torn up horrible moment. traffic backed up forever. metal reduced black and grey like animal innards. no organs connecting anything anymore. people dead for sure. death like ancient ruins two hours ago horrible crash so torn up.