Category : Poems

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The world is a small place, even for a mouse.

It's in this park, where Gary, this kid in my class killed himself. He was found in those bushes over there, outside the trail. I was freezing. The three of us were freezing. We each had a sleeping bag and a couple of beers "Gary was trying get to grow his hair, it was in the sixth grade." Jeff continued.
"I remember the last day I saw him. He was walking home from school.There was a trail of kids walking along. Jorge and his brother was slapping him around. Grabbing his back pack, punching him, laughing and talking shit." Jeff took another sip of his beer. 
I went to the same school as they did for a year. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I pictured the trail of kids walking home. Some couples. Some in groups. Every day, it was the same old shit.