Sometimes being in the wrong place at the wrong time is a good reminder of how the wrong people are forced to live their lives...

I went to my poetry reading group the other night and becuase is was after our summer break, they decided to have a pot luck dinner and read poetry. When I got to the poetry organizers house, I found out it was her birthday...

She had plan to have some friends stop over after the poetry group people left, adn I stayed and had conversation and a couple of beers...

After talking with other adults about poetry, children and the upcoming election tommorrow, I forgot about the time and realized it was almost 11 pm... so I headed home...

...and realized I had no gas in my car and no cash, only my Mobil card. So I headed over to the Mobil station located in a "not too bad" neighborhood near the nigh school.

I decided to park on the right side of the station, away from the housing project traffic side and got out of my car and went to the passenger side to use my card and put gas in.

There was red sporty looking car on the other side of the gas pumps and as I glanced over I noticed the car had the drivers side door open and the driver was rolling a marijuana cigarette...

I smiled to myself and got the pumped started, when I overheard someone in the red car say. "I will give that guy something to look at when I kick his ass for being so fuckin nosy..."

and realized he was talking about me and I opened the back side door of the car to see if I had something to protect myself with, just in case something did happen...

but there was nothing there and my gas tank was full and I put the hose back when I noticed someone from the red car and started to come around the passenger side and heading towards me...

It could have been the fact that I did not shave that day and sported a scruffy face, or it could have been the fact that they must have thought I might have been related to the gas station owner, or he realized I did not have my back turned and must have had my fist clenched already... but he stopped in his tracks and left...

I haven't felt like this (anger and a little fear...) since I was about 24 years old and Gilbert and I fought over a girl, and I had talked with the girl about what I would do if Gilbert and I ever got in a fight...and a half hour later it happened exactly the way I had "seen it"

It was a good reminder that the world is a pretty safe place as long as you stay away from the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people