Talk to ya part 2

I'm sitting on the steps that lead up to the Dedham District Court house waiting for the community service bus to come. It's 730 in the morning and the heated morning haze coupled with a bladder full of iced coffee are making me feel like shit. Up walks an old lady with ripped jeans , a trucker hat, several coats, and a reflective vest. I thought she was homeless. She sits uncomfortably close and starts telling me her life story and why she is here. She is here for vehicular manslaughter. She tells the story of her driving and hitting something in Needham and her entire window shield being smashed in. In turned out to be a man , who could've guessed? He was'nt wearing a reflective vest she says and points to hers. Oh well in that case its ok that she hit an elderly man who later died. He wasn't wearing a reflective vest. Then she starts talking about suicide. I'm sitting there because of a glorified speeding ticket.


I tore all of my fingers up when Kids With Kites played a show at the all asia. Possibly our last show.