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.