Night Bus

Sometimes, riding the bus at night wearing a jacket with a hoodie underneath as they do in Dogma, I like to pretend I'm going through Brooklyn or Harlem. Even though I've never been. I hum the theme from Requiem for a Dream and give people sideways glances. I notice the lights in the police station illuminating a young man with a bulldog on a lead taught away from his body staring out at the free world as he awaits his judgement. Some Asian kiddies blast D.R.E Next Episode from their speakers and smoke weed so strong it seeps through the open bus window infiltrating my nostrils.
I ask myself why I'm making allusions to backstreet America. Why is it so cool?

Monday, August 3rd 2009