7:10 p.m. | 2002-08-08 Tales from the Other Side. Working downtown has its rather odd quirks. One is street commentary from, well, some of the folks that live on the streets. As a woman walked by me today she said: �You don�t ever buy me nothing. Nothing. Nope, you don�t ever buy me nothing.� Then as she walked back by me she said: �Yeah, I love ya too honey. I�ll kiss your boo-boo.� These things were said with such conviction that I believe they may have once been statements that had a contextual relevance, but alas, they�re now thrown about in a random order. And, as I walked past a man, he said this: �There�s blood dripping everywhere. Red, red blood. Dripping everywhere.� That too may have once had a contextual relevance but I�m quite sure I don�t want to know anything about that. By far the most startling thing said to me was this: �You mother-fucking cunt. I�m gonna bitch-slap ya.� I didn�t take this comment personally, but the na�ve business man walking behind me and felt moved to walk up to this huge, crazy man to tell him he shouldn�t talk to young ladies like that. I hightailed it into the building. I didn�t stick around to tell the businessman that some comments are just rhetorical in function and out of context. I�m sure he�ll learn that soon enough. It sure keeps things interesting. And, it makes the traditional �Hi, how ya doing?� greeting seem rather bland and unimaginative. your thoughts? seed flower