fuck bush

i was just at the world trade center and there were all these tourists and cops dressed like nazis with machine guns and i had a line of dried vomit on my sleeve from the night before and i only realized it at the cross walk when everyone took a step away and no one would look at me and i felt my eyelids with my fingertips and they were completely swollen and my teeth were coated with psychadelic wool and i was so lonely i could cry and all i wanted to do was cross the street and get back down into the subway but more cops were passing by in their cruisers, one after another, smoking cigarettes out the window with smug looks on their faces and i really needed to cross i really needed to get out of the light but this humungous pig put his arms out and said, "police excercise in progress, you'll have to wait," and he didn't look at me either, concerned instead with watching the slow procession of cars, 20, 30 maybe 40 in all, i thought i was going to lose it, i kept muttering, "whatthehell whatthehell," and rubbing away the clear coke snot that was running out of my nose like water from the tap.

then it finally occurred to me--this was a practice motorcade for some fat ass republican coming to pollute the city at the end of august.

"fuck you!" i shouted, as the last car pulled past, "fuck you nazi motherfuckers. you want protect us so bad--why don't you do something useful like learn arabic!"

doughboy turned to me, enraged, but the crowd was pushing forward and i ran through the middle and escaped out the other side