hey, i know you're on a hiatus and i meant to ask this a lot earlier so you'd have time to respond, but i need to print a photo of a building i find inspirational for an assignment for art class, and i was hoping it would be okay if i used this.
He arrived at the corner of Duluth and 21st in broad daylight. If you ever smoke pot, I'll kick your ass. Okay, big brother. Go ahead and kick my ass after your term in Iraq. Where's Party Guy? He's supposed to be here. Jerome squinted against the sun to look at the street sign. 21st. The 1 looked a little fuzzy. He realized it had been covered with graffiti that illegibly spelled out the artist's name, and may have been a 7. Or a 4. Didn't I just pass 20th? Or was that 28th?
Either way, he had never been this far downtown. This is nowhere for a 14-year-old to be, his brother would say. Without his glasses on, which he wouldn't be caught dead wearing except in front of his mother, it was difficult to make out the expressions of the tank-topped pack of men across the street, but it wasn't difficult to imagine them glaring, malice and pride shooting forth like laser beams. I'll kick your ass.
His friend had mentioned a blue building near the exchange point, and he could just make out the side of one in the distance. Jerome wanted to tell his brother that he'd researched pot on the internet and found it wasn't harmful or addictive, but he knew his brother wouldn't listen to reason. This was, after all, the same bonehead who joined the marines in the middle of wartime. Alright, this sign definitely says 24th Street.
Across the street was a loud breakup, or a robbery. Whatever the case, there was much yelling and swearing and the man was trying to wrestle something--a laundry bag?--away from the woman. Jerome could hardly tear his eyes away from the spectacle, and wondered briefly what the matter was. With his head twisting too much for a view, he decided to stop staring and turned quickly back to look for the blue building. He was startled by what he saw.
The sky filled his vision. His eyes darted back and forth over the light-blue, somehow missing the outline of bricks. There were birds right in front of him, and Jerome swore the birds were in flight, but stationary. A long wave of crows splashed over what should have been a wall, motionless, flying. Terrified, Jerome turned around and ran back towards the nearest subway stop, all thoughts of pot and getting his ass kicked abandoned. This was nowhere for a 14-year-old to be.