mildly albino

There was this park that everyone used to go to. In this park were the quintets, the girl with down's syndrome, the lurker, the break dancers, and the people filled with decay. Then there was me and I was there to watch the junkies fight the crackheads because someone fucked someone else's girl. This was a long standing feud over an issue that no one really knew who started. The fight was always gruesome and no one cared who really won. All that ever usually came of this was someone died and someone limped away with a moment of greatness. An honor not understood by anyone else, but the standing.

Today the popcorn vendor was even set up with his red and white boxes of popcorn ready to be sold to anyone there to view the spectacle. The drug addicted warriors were not buying popcorn. They were not even fueled up by their drug of choice. They were fueled by an anger and resentment that they did not even try to understand. It was time to let loose and be reckless.

The crackheads were the first to show up, which led me to believe that it was one of them that fucked a junkies girl. Some of them wore hooded sweatshirts which was a bad idea for hand to hand combat, but the sweatshirt could easily hide weapons to pull out if necessary. One of them did push ups on the filthy ground. Another did jumping jacks until he got stuck from the tip of a syringe. His buddy just laughed and said, "they're gonna get it for that." The man who got stuck just pulled it out and said, "you better believe it."

The day was dark and the sky was clouded as if God knew light was not needed for the event that was about to begin.

Then the junkies showed up. They were a real leathery, zombie like group, with a few heavy hitters in the midst. What they may have lacked in energy they made up for in numbers. They looked like kids who fell off the suburban school bus into a burial plot. They were sexy and skinny. Jackets with no shirts on underneath.

They didn't even bother to warm up. They walked down to the field where the battle was to begin and got comfortable. The crackheads were not as unified. The were not ready for what was about to come.