convenience

a while ago i stepped into a 7-11 looking for a pack of camels and a milky way when i was verbally insulted by the man behind the counter, one invasive question led to another righteous accusation and he told me i could be struck down right outside his store and no one would care…this fucker went on to tell me i was going down the wrong path…

once i got over the initial shock of it all, i realized that something about me stood out and made this guy uncomfortable…

i saw this as a sign that something was going right; i had chosen a path and people like him had no business on it.

Several years later, this notion of the wrong path still lingers in my mind and it has gradually become part of my own mythology…