hits, misses, scores

had a hard time sleeping last night

because of a weird thought:

what if some gun-toting guy just busts our door open,

oh no, what do i do?!

you see, just about anyone can open our door

unless jio my roommate or i double lock it.

i wasn't afraid of the thought

i just wanted to play it in my mind

and come to terms with the possibility

and thought of possible reactions

and of course, answers to the question

what do i do?

then this morning, facebook friends shared an RIP note

for the designer brian leyva.

i don't know him, my friends do.

apparently, he suffered from a gunshot wound

from a guy who wanted his cellphone,

right in his own neighborhood.

papa will freak out as soon as he reads this.

i will probably get a call.

but that's reality. you never can tell what will hit you.

sometimes.

for now, i'm hungry.