Wednesday, November 17, 2004
You in Yours
I saw you watch me watching you as you and your friends walked their way across the street. They hurried, but you strolled with your basketball, taking as much time as you could, doing your best to pretend you hadn't done anything wrong and had every right to be there. And you had to look again, just to make sure that I was still looking, that I really saw through your whole bullshit act.
