Lemme show ya life! Urrrrghhh!

So me and JAFFY are walking back from a picture show and Jaf says, "Lemme show ya a shortcut." So we tread alongside the D line tracks behind Landmark Center and I am fairly certain we'll be butchered and raped but Jaf says, "Nah, fuhgeddaboutit!" before bending one of his fingers back until it snaps at the joint. "Gosh that smarts!" he yelled. Just as we're about to emerge onto one of Beacon's side streets, our eyes fall upon a little urchin man on the street. The smell of alcohol was detectable from the ten foot distance that separated the strangely clothed man from me and Jafman. "Lemme show ya life!" he yelled. Then he yelled it again, followed by a distinctive (and vindictive) "urrrrghhh!"

We high-tail it out of there because if there's one thing we hate more than drunkard homelesses, it's drunkard homelesses with unkempt facial hair. For shame. We ease a little, from a sprint to a light trot and Jaffy remarks, "Wouldn't it be hilarious if we just went back there and murdered him?" Boy, did we laugh! But that got me thinking, suppose we did go back there and stab the life out of his malnourished body (to say under nourished would imply that he is not consuming anything, which just isn't true...he reeked of whiskey! Am I right, Jaffy?!): would anyone care? Probably not. And then I got quiet and sad. But then I realized, Hey, if we can't murder the homeless to better define our existential boundries, who CAN we murder? Am I right?!?