c-c-cocaine..

my uncle.
i believe he is a BADman.

i really didn't think alot of people were really bad people.
maybe anxious. confused. ignorant. but not seriously malicious.

apparently it's funny to take things from people.
to mess with their stuff.

and when people yell at eachother.
apparently they're really laughing.

but when i grew up...
thepeople, they yelled at eachother out of fear.
out of frustration.
out of anger.
..mostly fear.

dissatisfaction.


so.. when i interrupt that yelling.
the rummaging.

the badman got angry and confused.
and i believe he was trying to intimidate me.
to defend himself.
by slamming doors.
by raising his voice.
by mocking me. mocking my mother.

and that made me so furious.
that i was so helpless.
i was alone.
and somehow it's wrong to try to do the right thing.

i did the right thing....
right?

but even though the original victim yelled in surprise and anger.
it was a joke?
that's a joke...

the bad man threw the lunchbag into the fridge.
he grabbed his stuff.
he slammed doors.
but he left.

i couldn't even use the washroom :S
i was just shaking.
maybe.... maybe he did intimidate me..
just a little...


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