Wednesday, October 08, 2003

tonight is one of those nights when you just know something is going to go wrong. it's red in the air. i leave wurster to hear the sound of sirens crying across bancroft. something is wrong. i'm drawn by the sound. i don't take my usual walk home (through campus.) by the time i get there, the sound is gone. but i hear an old man (homeless?) screaming a ways away. he's shouting something i don't understand.

i then see a girl in trouble. i was the only one there who could help her. on this street at 3:45 in the morning, it was just me, her, and a black car that won't go away. i hesitated a moment and now i can't sleep.

am i a coward? and if not, why did i hesitate?