Where are you going?

Lets try some creative writing for a change. How 'bout we try something new. It's been a minute and i've been wanting to write something with a little soul in it. Spin it, do whatever you want. Don't let them criticize you for faults. Cut 'em off before they have time for a response. ehh... I'm rusty but whatever. Nobody said spoken word poetry was easy. This is my first piece and I wrote it just now off the top of my dome piece.. so ha!

The weather outside this window is so gloomy. Under the cloudy sky and the foggy haze the hill is alive and buzzing with soccer moms, kids, punk rockers, and the corner pan handler. I never see stuff like this, Not in Lynnwood, Mill Creek. Not with this kind've diversity. For me, it really is a reality check every weekday when i'm down here. I see people living their lives, walking by, hailing a taxi cab, waiting to meet their drug dealer on the corner. Life is not easy, but I think alot of it has to do with your surroundings. If I had to live down here on the hill I think I would be a little bit of a different person... Maybe a little edgier, not so nice, more focused. Eh, life.. What a trip.

I have to hit up this QFC so I dont' get raped for my lunch stuff. I work right next to a little asian mart but they mark up their shit like 350%, it's rediculous, but the asian guy is coo as hell. It's a family run operation so I can't hate.. But who the hell is going to pay like 6 buck for a bag of shredded mozzerella cheese? Not I, said the brown man... fuck. I'll get at you fools tommorow. P.