A
fracas broke out last night on the street beside my apartment. I could have
sworn there were six males jostling about in the dark, yelling and throwing
punches at one another. It was two in the morning, and they must be
intoxicated. Oh, for the love of cops, where are they when you need them? The
fight went on for 20 minutes until I saw one of them got down on his knees to feel
his side. A broken rib, maybe? Didn't your momma tell you not to mess around
with bad companies when you could have hold sobriety and attend school like
every good Hopkins student should. Then again, I wasn't quite sure if they were Jays,
nor was I certain the time I eventually went back to bed. These noises are
proof of my reality here in Baltimore. Such is a city, such is America, and
such will be so for me in the next two years to come.
Five
chapter readings, five articles, and two take home quizzes. When will these
ever end?
Bright
skies,
Vonnie S.
Credits to AstroZerk (c) Pokevengers
Vonnie S.
Credits to AstroZerk (c) Pokevengers

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