lazily walking down the cracked sidewalk i find a dollar. lucky me. somehow a few steps after putting the dollar in my back pocket i fall. "i was looking at my feet the entire time... how did i fall?" i mumble to my self... i stay on the ground cause i just do. i take pictures of peoples feet, wheels, canes, and tires as they past. i get a good one with a green eyed freckled kid scraping their knee its too young and dressed to unisex for me to know wether its a girl or boy... i should get better with that.
some one kicks my shoe. "what the hell dont you see me sitting here?" i force out not having spoken in a while, looking up to find the balloon man looking at me strangely. that face...i remember it from somewhere. "oh its just you what do you want?" he holds his hand out to me to help me up. i get up on my own then shake his hand and look at my watch... i've been sitting here for over an hour. nice going... the clown points across the street to a cop that glares at me like i'm up to no good. "thanks i guess" what is it with this clown. he always manages to get me out of trouble...like last year when i was here on a group date david, the guy my friend's guy brought, got a lil too freindly and wouldnt leave me be. balloon man followed us around hitting him with snakes like those annoying fragance sellers spray perfume. he got pissed and stormed off like a two year old. a few weeks later, david was arrested and charged with rape and sexual harassment by another girl my age...lucky me. i follow balloon man to the carnival and sit next to him on a stool painted like there's someone trapped inside. i take pictures of the people till 7:45 when my stomach seems to be chewing on its self "aye..." i tapp balloon man on the shoulder "i'm gonna get something to eat you want something?" he shurgs. i start to walk towards a stand with no avail. he pulls on my hood and nods toward the bowling alley. "i hear they have some good chili cheese fries over there" his voice deep and protecive like a cops or a dad should sound. i wonder does he have any kids? i go through my pockets... lint, five cents, a peppermint, and the dollar i found "okay...but i dont really have enough to get us both some" he hands me a ten. hmph. ten minutes later. we eat in a comfortable silence till someone screams. one of the stands have caught on fire. it jumps to the moonshine shed. i take pictures of the blazing inferno and stuff another fry in my mouth with my free hand. i get one picture with a shabby looking man with a look of pure confusion and dismay upon his face. i look for him out side of the view finder but he isnt there. finishing up he points at my face "how did you get cheese on your cheek?" i swat my face noticing yet another stain on my sleve "what the flying f..." he glares at me. "...udge" *justice if you don't get yo lil weird ass in the house!* we look back at the apartment where the call came from " um its really late and the firemen have started to leave um i better get home...nice eating with you... thanks for everything." i rock on my toes...heels...toes...heels "no problem lil lady just stay outta trouble" "right" i mosey to the apartment...was that weird or do people eat with clowns every day?
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