PUT YOUR CAP ON

by FARI CHIDEYA
Nov. 11th, 2004.

Has anyone else here been letting themselves go? I admit, I’ve been in a totally crappy mood for a week solid. I’ve been eating lots of sugar, breaking out like a teenager, and furtively pulling up to drive-throughs. (Yes, I read “Fast Food Nation.” I know what’s in that stuff, and I ate it ANYWAY.)

I guess that was my own culinary version of the primal scream. But hey, the joyride’s over. Time to go back to the gym, cook, find conversation topics other than politics… and stop wincing when I read the newspaper.

Now’s the time to take care of yourself.

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LATASHA N NEVADA DIGGS INTRODUCES POETRY UPDATE
words from in(be/tweEn) SpaCe #2

Sometime ago, roughly a month or more, there was this girl on the train begging for money. I had seen her before. Clearly the young woman was on something. Not actually sure what it was though. Just appeared more than just a crack head. What sealed it for me was that she either white or Latina (including South America) with no accent. American. She was definitely not from New York. Something was Tomboyish. Was mid-west. Was being from a somewhat middle class background. Still I had problems placing her. I just knew she wasn’t from New York.

The first time I saw her was over a year ago. She could not look anyone in the face.

She was kinda fading back and forth between her story and the euphoria of what she was on. No, she wasn’t nodding. Just not in real time you know. What I did remember was that a man, (definitely from New York) propositioned her for sex right on the train. Suddenly, her eyes did focus, kinda smirked and sat beside the man. He lifted one arm and like a daddy (I suppose) placed it around her shoulder. Other women on the train, including myself, just stared confused as to what just happened.

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