what happened tonight.

sometimes, i make my life play out like a movie.
i create the drama because i love the attention it may attract.
entertainment--
it only helps me understand life.

here's a scene from tonight:

(backstory: i dated this 'artist' for a few weeks, back in january of this year. we really hit it off, but things dwindled quickly as timing remained an issue. he brushed me off in an unfriendly, rude way and i disrespect him for rejecting a possible friendship.)

i'm biking home, on the well-lit streets, from PROJECTproject. i decide to turn up bathurst from queen, hand signals and all. (he lives north of this corner)

i always think i'll run into him, every time i take this route, and i wonder what i'd tell him if we were face-to-face again. well low and behold, there he was. the car in front of me had slowed down, and almost exactly when i was parallel to the vehicle, he exited.

things to say quickly ran through my mind and i started to accelerate my pedaling. i knew this was my moment. i could yell out exactly what i've wanted to say for a long time...

in my most character-accentuated, swamp-like voice, i yelled "ASSHOLE!" and never looked back.

i felt great, for about 20 seconds until the car he was dropped from, caught up with me with the windows down. three other, intimidating and mildly attractive men were looking down upon me, with a grin. "WHO YOU CALLING ASSHOLE?" was rebutted from their car.

at that moment in time, i had to remain crazy.
i couldn't belt out that the buddy they had just dropped off was a coward slash jerk.
they had won.
the tables turned.
them and their all-terrain vehicle.

at least i can write about it.