06 December 2007

Frozen Goo Gobs

When I'm walking outside, alone, whether during the day or late at night, whenever, wherever, I hold my head up and look forward. I'm aware of my surroundings and show no fear. It's sort of just how I am, a girl in high school once told me that I carried myself regally, but it really comes in handy in the city, where people get mugged and what not, especially girls late at night on the LES.

On the way to work, however, it's a different story. Eyes glued to the ground. Peeled open, looking for gobs of phlegm on the sidewalk. I don't want to step in them, see? I'm not sure if it's worse in the winter or summer. If I'm wearing open shoes, as in the summer, I might get the goo on my actual flesh. In the winter, the goo freezes over, and I might step hard onto a frozen goo gob and slip and break my neck.

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