D D. CROW

My neighbor thinks that I’m stupid, that I use everyone around me, and then fuck them over it. She tells me that there’s something about my face that pushes people to the extreme, that my eyes can wakeup black monster in the heart of others. She also think that I’m a good fuck.

I agree, about been a good fuck, the rest is something that is out of my control.

Control! it’s a big word, big for me anyhow. I remember that after I’ve lost my virginity to the old whore that used to stand in the corner of my street, I run outside naked, screaming. It took 5 police officers and 3 Rabbis to stop me. I was 12 years old, and out of control.

Since the beginning of my time, control was something I tried to ignore, a man is sitting in the middle of the road, “lets drive over him”, a politician gives a speech about global worming, “lets throw an egg on him” you see a window open, “climb inside and steal something”, your woman is falling asleep, “wait for the first snore and push yourself inside of here”.

Control!? More like out of control, that is who I’m and that’s the way I like it.

Once I’ve traveled to New York with my neighbor….. really, that’s it for now…