strange women

it's something like 3:30 am at an afterhours bar downtown Detroit. the night began many hours ago and all sense of reality has dwindled into hazy bits of memory. our tribe migrates in different herds and at different points in the night we have crossed paths. however a great disturbance of the night forcefully removed myself and one of my nearest and dearest from a bar i frequent too often thus causing the circumstantial events of that night be skewed and the great wheel in the sky to take another spin. *ps dont climb the fence at old miami.. they'll catch you..

we do this to ourselves and we do it because we love it. we yell and make our presence known. people know us wherever we go and we are both loved and hated. our tribal connection is so thick that even the smallest of us fear nothing from any man because wherever we are there is a crowd of crazies right behind us with nothing to lose. they know us by the way we've painted our bodies or the way we rarely wear shirts. they know us by our love for the city and our reputation for hyper-defense at the moment our village is disrespected by collar-popped suburbanites. each of us are truly beautiful and at times a bit too much to handle for any decent relationship. but each of us are a catch and those who walk with us know our fortunes well.

so it's something like 3:30 am.. i've long since separated from my tribe. i did this on purpose by means of tequila with strangers in order to see the city from a different perspective. i do this sometimes and those who know me well have dubbed me with a reputation for wandering off. the bars have closed except for a few exclusive locations that don't even open until perhaps 2:30 and i dont even know the name of the place i ended up at. the weirdos and freaks come out at night. those who dont even go out until midnight. the party is just getting started now however for me i've been playing for hours and tonight is getting lucid.

strange women came out that night. i met them through one of my friends who is perhaps the strangest of women. women who know abandoned buildings better than their own backyards. women who have eerie tattoos and hair that you shouldn't touch. women that do more drugs than you knew existed. a tribe of women who have crossed paths with ours however without sustainability. gorgeous women..

i came slumping home a few hours later surprised to see an old friend of mine at my loft. few were still up but those who were could barely walk straight. she is a Detroit expat among a great few of us who took the journey away from our fair city to pursue a different perspective on life. it was great to see her. as for that night i fell asleep on the couch and heard howling at the moon in the distance. a smell of campfire was brewing outside and a cigarette was still dwindling in the ashtray. my feet were dirty and my shoulder was bruised from when i was bit by a strange woman.