So years ago,when i was a young man ,i set up and was playing house with a female i knew . I t was our second try at cohabition ,shit i thought it was love......whatever it was and it was many things ,it was drinking and drugs,it was talking and enjoying each other,maybe i enjoyed her more than she me,BUT,it was good sex,it was nice to snuggle and wake up next to a woman i thought was so very beautiful,but man it just wasnt even close to love.Hell i didnt know then and thats not even what this is about im just letting my thoughts of that time run free.You see we lived on 14th and Clarkson ,which is one block off west colfax.....mighty colfax ave. americas main street and fuck if thats so then americas more fucked up than anyone knew.Capital Hill was the hood,were the pimps strolled keeping their ho's on the track,were the mexicans sold burrito's or black tar,depending on which cholo you bumped into.Colfax ,crack cocaine ,porno shops,prostitutes,garbage,dive bar heaven ,police sirens and white 20 something hipsters playing house,yaaaaaaaaaawwwwwnnnn.
So,one night i was returning back to our lil loveshack,harhar...id been over at my homie hurls house ,i think i was borrowing something mundane but thats not the story either,so as im crossing over almost to our house i hear a few gunshots pop off behind my house and i swear to god a young brother came running out jumped in a cadillac and they bounced the fuck out . now i was alarmed but being a 'fuck tha police' type o brother i pushed my bike inside went upstairs,my veins full of crime. I heard them police sirens coming and within fifteen minutes it was all flashing lights and taped off areas,there must of been 25 police cars all down 14th ave.i mean ,writing this now i do feel that i maybe should of went and told them pigs what id seen but to be honest it was all so fast and my brain was on opiate slow ,so i couldnt of really helped out with to much plus,can you imagine having to testify at a murder trail????no thanks ,although i do feel the conflict,as in someones life got taken and that is as big a deal as it ever gonna get.so,i went to bed and the next day my man hurl came over as it was when he was playing house with another female just down the street.so he comes up and we smoked some buds because,i guess thats what we did,at least some of what we did,i did a lil bit more,yet i digress.In my colorado rocky mountain high state of mind i relayed all that had happened to my friend the night before,he was surprised by the fact id come up on a 187, not the fact one happened in capitol hill,it was just par for the course.I say''yo,lets go check out the scene of the crime!''.....all high and shit,acting like everything was nothing and life wasnt shit.We walked back behind the house and the yellow police tape was still sealing off the entrance to the alley.it was starting to feel tense and i wasnt feeling so gung ho,but walked towards the entrance to the back lot and i almost stepped in it.The thing is when someone gets shot in the head it isnt really like tv etc,i suppose they fall down but they dont show you a foot wide pool of collagulating blood,with dits od brain matter and other stuff i can barely remember,id seen plenty and ,more than anything wished i hadnt come out to see the remenants of a shooting,it was without wanting to be,it was direspectful,that was im assuming someones son,dad,brother whatever,you know i never did read about it in the paper .but i cant believe someone some police,hadnt cleaned this up ,not left this horror show to lay around in our back yard.Colfax avenue,americas main street.Indeed.
(c) 2011 mark halliwell 2011
So,one night i was returning back to our lil loveshack,harhar...id been over at my homie hurls house ,i think i was borrowing something mundane but thats not the story either,so as im crossing over almost to our house i hear a few gunshots pop off behind my house and i swear to god a young brother came running out jumped in a cadillac and they bounced the fuck out . now i was alarmed but being a 'fuck tha police' type o brother i pushed my bike inside went upstairs,my veins full of crime. I heard them police sirens coming and within fifteen minutes it was all flashing lights and taped off areas,there must of been 25 police cars all down 14th ave.i mean ,writing this now i do feel that i maybe should of went and told them pigs what id seen but to be honest it was all so fast and my brain was on opiate slow ,so i couldnt of really helped out with to much plus,can you imagine having to testify at a murder trail????no thanks ,although i do feel the conflict,as in someones life got taken and that is as big a deal as it ever gonna get.so,i went to bed and the next day my man hurl came over as it was when he was playing house with another female just down the street.so he comes up and we smoked some buds because,i guess thats what we did,at least some of what we did,i did a lil bit more,yet i digress.In my colorado rocky mountain high state of mind i relayed all that had happened to my friend the night before,he was surprised by the fact id come up on a 187, not the fact one happened in capitol hill,it was just par for the course.I say''yo,lets go check out the scene of the crime!''.....all high and shit,acting like everything was nothing and life wasnt shit.We walked back behind the house and the yellow police tape was still sealing off the entrance to the alley.it was starting to feel tense and i wasnt feeling so gung ho,but walked towards the entrance to the back lot and i almost stepped in it.The thing is when someone gets shot in the head it isnt really like tv etc,i suppose they fall down but they dont show you a foot wide pool of collagulating blood,with dits od brain matter and other stuff i can barely remember,id seen plenty and ,more than anything wished i hadnt come out to see the remenants of a shooting,it was without wanting to be,it was direspectful,that was im assuming someones son,dad,brother whatever,you know i never did read about it in the paper .but i cant believe someone some police,hadnt cleaned this up ,not left this horror show to lay around in our back yard.Colfax avenue,americas main street.Indeed.
(c) 2011 mark halliwell 2011
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