this week has flown by! matt took me comic book shopping on wednesday. he bought me 1 graphic novel and i bought myself 2. aw poems with pictures! why didn't i discover this sooner? i bought "hey, wait" by jason. it's a most devastating story about a boy who loses his best friend and how his life becomes shit there after. it's very depressing. it broke my heart, just as promised and so, i love it. also, "goodbye chunky rice" by craig thompson. i was a little disappointed, but only in comparison to "blankets." had i read chunky rice first, i don't think i would have sought out the rest of his work. but since i read it second, i liked it and i will keep seeking him out based on blankets. matt bought me the 5th book in the fables series. i have not read it yet. maybe i'll do that instead of starting to study. he's going to be lending me "sin city" so i can read it before the movie comes out. i saw a preview for it last night, when i went to see "be cool" and it looks just amazing! we're having a going-to-see-it-as-soon-as-it-comes-out thingy on april 1st if you'd like to go too. for the recored, "be cool" was pretty lame. that many stars in one film is a guarentee for lameness. so slow and boring with not enough laughts to compensate. i will never forgive you uma. what were you thinking??
on the way to the theatre, we are driving through a rougher area of the city. there are 2 people outside a bar. one looks like a women, can't be sure though. and they look like a couple hugging, maybe even dancing, until the guy throws her to the ground and drags her by the hair. alex and i are stopped at a red light. staring. mouths gaping. it was one of the few moments in my life where i did not know what to do. get out? break it up? no way in hell. not in front of a bar that has a sign on the door reading "no knives." not when who knows how many other troubled souls are lingering in dark shadows. i tell him to lay on the horn and he won't. i have horrible images in my head involving curb stomping. this person is on the ground, the person above lifts his foot, and then changes his mind. kick to the stomach. pause. DO SOMETHING i'm screaming internally. so i lay on the horn. the guy stops. looks up. steps back. the light goes green. i'm telling alex to wait. he's driving away. another person comes outside, the person on the ground gets up. alex says that person walked away. then, they were out of sight. i was so upset. quiet upset. alex explains to me how there was nothing we could do. that we don't know the situation. i say i don't care. i'm not going to watch someone be beat even if the person giving the beating feels there is a valid reason. he says that had it escalated, had the person not got up, we would have gone to the police. i have never seen that. humans disgust me. he says it was a bad idea to lay on the horn, that they could have come over to the car. i say, we could have pulled away. we are in a car. for all i know, it would have only got worse. we go to the show. i haven't stopped thinking about it. what goes on in a person's mind to suddenly have this kind of violence become an acceptable solution?
i'm almost over this cold/spring type asthma stuff so hopefully i'll go for a run today. may wait till tomorrow due to laziness however.
we will have a girl's night march 26th or there abouts. we can go to whyte ave. bring your friends. i will invite mine. if no one will come, it'll be just you and me babe, like the good old days, but let's subtract the trouble from the equation. we can dance and laugh and keep the same old rules. we'll use hand signals and not stay at any one place for longer than a half hour or 2 drinks, whichever comes first. your boy toy shouldn't have a problem with a girl's night, afterall, it would be all girls! we could even trun it into a sleepover thingy if you don't want to end a great drunken high with a fight.
i should do some homework and clean. oh ya, clean. if your going to be in the city a few days when you return, call me. perhaps a quick cup of joe is in order?
luv
Robin
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