Main Road

May 30, 2006

Slowly, I walk on home. March 15, 2005. A mutt crossed the street. March 15, 2005. Along the pavement a candy wrapper begs to be picked up. March 15, 2005. The night was damp. March 15, 2005. Rained had just ceased. March 15, 2005. Five hundred miles away, someone sits in a room, staring at his monitor. March 15, 2005. A look of disgust in his face.

*drip* Looks like the rain had turned into a storm on my face. March 15, 2005. Stupid date. Shit! I want to get it out of my head. March 15, 2005. I wanted to run. But it felt like chains were tied to my feet. I just wanted to drop dead to the ground and flood it all out. Yet I was still at considerable distance from home. March 15, 2005. Somewhere in Biñan, someone hopes he’d have his third chance. Fighting back tears from falling, he goes off it with a bottle o’ Gran’ Ma’.