Kill Your Family

Friday Evening at around 2:00AM, I find myself walking down Delancy St in the Lower East Side with a See by Chloe purse slung over my shoulder and a smaller dark blue leather handbag clutched in my palm. I also have three scarves draped around my neck. Not that it is that cold outside; I just happen to be carrying more scarves than I need.

It’s Monday at 1:37PM. My bus was scheduled to leave two days ago, my new one was scheduled at seven minutes ago and I’m walking briskly through Penn Station. I’ve also started to rip my face apart.

I’m just by the Williamsburg Bridge as I walk into the precinct to retrieve the goods. I give my name & ID and am told they will be out the next day.

My forehead itches from some spider bite and since I’m trying to not destroy my nails with my teeth I’ve almost scratched down to the skull while sleeping. I have also taken to eating once a day and filling in the gaps with cigarettes for the past few days. I’m falling apart and I smell.

I keep thinking, “This is weird. This must look wrong. This will raise questions.” Only three times did I think anything different. Firstly, when my neck becomes too warm from the two feminine scarves wrapped around it. Secondly, when I pass Clinton St. and think, “New York is cold, but I like where I’m living. There’s music on Clinton St. all through the Evening.” Thirdly, when I want a cigarette and begin to think, “Shit, how will I look milling on the corner smoking with purses. I need a cab.”

I only have enough clothes to last me my anticipated trip with an extra pair of socks just in case I was caught in the rain. Needless to say I’ve been wearing the same two outfits, with careful and skillful mixing and matching longer than I meant to.

After lounging in a Mid-Town hotel room and watching “Jurassic Fight Club” on the History Channel, I waited for two days and then my friends were set free and I went home.