I walk, head in a daze, br unknowingly brushing a passerby. br He turns and steps in my way, br blocking the path, staring at br me with harsh, unblinking eyes. br br 'What's up wit dat. You come br bumble'n -n- stumble'n into my br hood without my permission. br And pemission costs.' br br Holding his hand out as if br he was empowered to collect br the tax by some obscure br political agency. br br 'What gives you the right to br block my way and demand pittance br for using this walk? ' br br 'Cause I'm the shit.' br br 'What else would come from an ass.' br br I bled. br Some things are better left unsaid.