Han Shan

I found myself fighting again, strange enemies of darkness. I was trying to address a problem that could have been easily resolved and some typical bully told me to stand down. I said I was permanently locked in the moment and then somebody came up and stole my notebook. 0900...I found myself fighting again. This time I was hit, indirect, automatic, brand new, spit from the backseat of a black tinted camero.. Laughter, tires squealching...shit, my first drive-by. wishing I had my bow...just a couple of white boys testing out the new mac-10's. Shit I say, I thought they would be black...