Snowfall

Now Zappa's gone, just like Kool. Joe told me to give up, but Zappa's the only friend I have around here.

Jupah's incessant noise is driving me crazy. I wanna take that stupid pan of his and throw it into the lake.

Rai is back, they tell me. I've met this guy, the most ornery beggar you could think of, and he's not too happy that I'm here. He says I stole his spot, or I think he does. I can't understand much of what he's saying.

He sits in the middle of the sidewalk and hollers, switches between hollering at the people walking by and hollering at me.

"Hey watcha hey hey!!!" In his gruff voice, and then at me, "Don' ya hey ma hey hey!!!"

He stares with his wild eyes open wide and his tongue lags out of his mouth to one side.

Every once in a while he gets up and shakes convulsively as though he was mad.

Now it's snowing and shelter is more important than ever. I'm not about to give up my spot, even if it means he'll kill me. I'll die either way.