okay–so i’m of irish descent….
(excuses! just the facts,ma’am!)
and though i am aware of most of the rules & laws & such of our society…i don’t understand them. like, if a person comes across the love her life making out with a brain-damaged pothead in broad daylight just a block from her house…shouldn’t one kick to the knee be allowed? granted, as the man cop alluded to, i should have kicked dusty as well…. but i kicked a girl. i lost my heart. and i broke my elbow all in the span of a few blurry rage-filled moments.
and now my pages aren’t done yet.
maybe i can work more tonight. or maybe i will take one or two of the tylenols with codeine that the kind & handsome dr. joe gave me for my elbow.
one thing is for damn sure. i need to stop finding new material to work with. enough already. keep the drama to the pages, mama.
moses jones: apocalyptic mama 