Sunday, April 24, 2005
the trenches or many faces of wackness
i have a show at a girl's group home. this is where they send the girls sentenced to jail instead. really great bunch of young ladies (i saw them last month). unfortunately, the woman in charge - is crazy wierd. i don't get her. its like she don't even believe in the kids. a wack thing to notice while you are there to tell these souls that this mistake isn't the rest of their life. they can make a difference if they just change their path. i told her last month "you have some real thinkers here" and they really are incredible. the poems they wrote personifying handcuffs were gut-wrenching... sad, intense and real. they lived through the fire and put it on the page. i told the "warden" of their genuis and she acted as if i were talking of aliens. real wack. so, im headed back there. i mean, jus cause she's wack don't mean these young girls should suffer - even more. flub dat!