so i took the train from somerset and got off at braddell.
with no sense of direction i let my legs take me.
just me, my jacket that still smells of you, le tigre's TKO and joy division's shadowplay blasting in my ear.
i couldn't hear the cars honking at me.
nor the cab driver shouting at me.
all i remember was standing there and whispering.
"why didn't you just hit me?"
it would've made both H's and my life easier.