i think i almost got jumped last night. serious.
i was heading home after my radio show*, it was about midnight and out of the darkness i hear the hurried conversation of a few sketchy characters, a man and a woman, standing in front of the store.
"...don't want no goddamn rock, i wan't my fucking coke..."
"....call him, he just got shit..."
"...can't, already ripped him man......don't want any fucking crack....."
"....we need to get some cash...we gotta find some poor suck....."

at this point i had walked out of the store and they began to whisper.
i started walking home and they started walking behind me, about ten feet or so, this went on for a few blocks, then i decided i wasn't taking any chances, so i ducked into julius pizza and pretended to talk to the pizza lady.
they hung around across the street for 10 minutes or so, and finally left.
so i crept out and took a shortcut home.

it freaked me out because i've been jumped before, and i'm not such a big person. plus i was carrying a bag full of cd's, most of which were not mine.
these crackhead's were also definately high as motherfucking kites.
fucking saint john.

i went home and dreamt of centaurs.

* listen to my radio show! Mondays 9-11pm on cfmh 92.5 in the saint john area
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