Life is an abstract thing pleading tangibility

8.26.2004

"Heeeeelllllllll naw shawty, you moved where?"
"Birmingham Alabama," I responded.
"What fo'? Ain't shit down der!"
"Yep. And that's why I'm here."
"Huh?"

A move for the vastly expanding, forever flavorful ATL to boring B'ham doesn't make much sense. In fact the only reason anyone would ever really make this move is
(1) running from Uncle Sam
(2) running from Auntie Am (or whatever that woman's name was in the Wiz o' Oz)
(3) to leave "the scene" and enter utter seclusion

...number 3 would be me. And trust & believe this shit is bor-ing. Not only does Al. lack culture & class, they don't even see violence against queer folk at hate crime! If they were more backward Mike would be down here to contest his Moonwalking title. Sheeeeiiiittt! I ain't lyin'! But the beautiful thing about life is it doesn't always make sense. And now I'm thinking about how alive I must be.