Brooklyn Hoodies

So i got into work at 5:30am today. I am tired and sleep deprived. Later on, standing on the sidewalk with a bummed cigarette, I saw Train. He seemed perturbed and had that odd shocked stare you get when you see someone you know thats changed horribly and can't avoid them. My unshaven face and crackhead hoodie, walking past the homeless apartment building to the corner store with my crooked marlboro light square. My blank loose stare filled with gloom and uncertain threat. Train had to let loose a quick smile to deride the emotional chasm dividing us. So that's how its going. And that's my vent among other things, I will soon join Train and Jimbo in the wonderful peninsula of West Seattle and begin college. To add into the joyous occassion and somewhat melancholy weather of life I hope to brighten the day up with a quick mention to the most heartwarming movie America will see this year.

United 93

My feelings on this are with other black hearted Americans. I'd like to see it and it hurts but I'm depressed over domestic and international circumstances and like many suicidal crackheads I want to feed that pit of doom. I'm sure we've all heard about the people in Manhattan who left the theatre sobbing and thats completely understandable. But Universal Studios is a blackhearted group, they are the same people who brought you the glorious Chronicles of Riddick and something called Serene T? They refuse to pull the film from screening. Its being directed by Paul Greengrass the same person who channelled The Bourne Supremacy into a quick fight fest. Can we expect the same empty violence filled content? Who knows, sometimes looking at Matt Damon in that film was like looking at the blank dead stare of an angry cow. Their work together has spawned filming for the next blank stare The Bourne Ultimatum. It was cool seeing Train though, happy note.