Sometimes the people you think are your friends, sometimes it turns out that they don't respect you and they didn't respect what you've been trying to do all along, even though they were telling you something different at the time – encouraging you to do it, even. And it really hurts when that happens. A lot. Or maybe it's just the full moon, eclipsed, that big red boo-boo in the sky this night of total lunar eclipse, that makes me feel this way.
"for the rest of us" | edited by Morris Armstrong, Jr. proudly a.k.a. "Little Mo", author of The Concrete Jungle Book
21 February 2008
that big red boo-boo in the sky
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