Sometimes Boys Fall Down

It never feels that late when people start leaving the bars and clubs. It always is, but for at least a little while, it doesn’t feel like it.

It isn’t until the boys start snickering and staring and the girls start picking up their paces that it really starts to feel as late as it is.

Sometimes I smoke cigarettes while I watch the boys watch the girls. Tonight I saw two boys joking about a girl when her skirt got snagged on her way out of the diner.

One of them thought it was very funny. He thought it was so funny that when his friend went back inside, he followed her down the street and asked if the first look was always free.

She did not think it was funny, and she tried to leave. But he thought it was funny, and he laughed so much with his big mouth and little teeth.

Sometimes when girls don’t think boys are funny it makes them angry. Boys will start yelling, and they’ll call girls “bitches,” and sometimes they get real close and grab girls after they make sure no one else is looking.

But angry boys don’t pay attention to what’s going on around them, and they never notice that they’re not the only ones doing the following. They especially never notice how much they’re bleeding until most of it on the ground.

Sometimes boys follow girls, and sometimes girls follow boys following girls. Sometimes girls hit boys with rocks, and sometimes boys fall down so hard it pops an eyeball right out.

And I think that is very funny, and I laugh.