saturday dinner aftertaste
dinner time was impending. i didn't want to go. maybe i felt a little tired and sick, but the real reason was that deep in my heart i didn't want anyone to see the other side of me, that i believe i was a hero of sorts, only invulnerable to the relentless beatings served and pitter patter of rain. the lesser of me didn't measure up remotely.
one hour later, 1pm, ill had overcome a manboy into a restless and tired wreck, plummetted him deep into an immature state of mind.