the_cheat

The evening has cooled off quite nicely. Wonderful smells are coming from one of my neighbor's kitchens, wafting in the soft, cool breeze. The wind rustles my short green hair, and I watch the little kids trying to skateboard, laughing a little when they almost crash into each other. The sun's rays have become a brilliant yellow, and the sky has become a pale blue, the clouds a tad bit orange.

I can hear a couple fighting on the top floor of the building next to me...They're always yelling at each other about something. This time, it sounds like they're arguing because she thinks he's cheating on her.

A big black woman is yelling down to some new people moving into the apartment complex.

"Hey you, white boy!" (He's very much not a boy...In fact, he's there to move his daughter into the complex). I had the urge to yell back at her, "Hey you, black girl!" But then, I would be called racist, and probably have to go to court. She, on the other hand, wouldn't be called racist...because she is a "sistah." I think it's ridiculous that she can get away with calling someone "white boy" while someone like me couldn't do the same right back at her.

My stance always is, if you're going to dish it out, you better be fucking sure you can take it.

A car drives by with its stereo bumping, making my hair jump a little on my head from the effect of the sound waves. I'm not a fan of rap, but the beat is good. I tap my foot in harmony with the sound. I decide tonight would be a good night to go skateboarding...So I throw on my shoes and go around the complex.

I need to go outside and just take in the scenery like this more often. It's very refreshing to take a glimpse into other people's lives.

~T.C.