Get the picture?

“Everyone is gay and Asian,” Laura said.

“Huh?” I thought to myself for 7 years.

I was now sitting across from Early Smith, a burnout from Morton.
He didn’t give a fuck. It was just plain. Why didn’t teachers see it? Why didn’t cops see it?

Evil poured out of him.

He was…

Burned out.

…smoldering at 15.

I was on the Lexington Local one Halloween night, a few of us got on the train after watching part of the parade in the village. We got on at Bleecker, and at Astor a wilding pack of ski masked, hoody wearing 12-15 year old's burst into the car. I could see they had no regard for anything. I mean nothing was stopping them. They were all street. Had absolutely no sense.

They didn’t fucking give a shit about anything, didn’t know enough to care.
They broke into the conductor’s car and started beat boxing and rapping on the PA system. A few of them ripped out the plastic separators that held advertisements over the seats. They placed one of the separators in the door, so when it opened it would bend and then shatter, sending plastic shrapnel through the car.
This was something out of a Lessing novel.

His pal whose name I can’t remember, Carl! No, Steve, Brad, Jeff, Doug, Mike, Todd, ….all of these names conjure knuckle dragging cavemanism, all are single syllable grunt names, never full names, were they born Steven, Bradley, Jeffery, Douglas Michael? They are guttural people of mud; eyelids still sealed shut, misshapen teeth, noses to one side, fists of sodden potato's, beefed and clenched, thumbs like hydrants.
These two pillars of delinquency chose on this lunch day to sit opposite me with their smirks, their ideas…greeting me with fists. Destroying my mother’s sack lunch, crushing my Hostess Ho Ho, peanut butter & jelly sandwich, crackers and apple slices.