Last Night

Last night was weird.

My computer has been

Having some problems with the

Cooling system and

I was typing up my field report,

It may come soon, and

My computer was overheating,

So I turned it onto its back

To cool down, and

Left it for awhile.

When I came back

It wouldn't turn on,

So I left it for a little longer and

Went to get some foodstuffs and

I came back and

It still wouldn't turn on.

So I sat around some more,

Panicking because the field report was due

In eight hours and

I had no idea what was going on or how

To fix it,

So I departed for the

MLK 24/7 IT support center

Here on campus,

$16,000, and

I had never been there so at first

I went the wrong way,

but soon found my way, and

As I was walking

I heard a voxceal ("voice like," I just made it up, I'm such an inkhorn) raucous

Up ahead and

I looked and

Saw three, and

I'll go ahead and

Say it,

Homeless people walking towards me

Shouting many things,

Many incoherent things, and

It's three in the morning, so I am jarred a touch, and

I look at them, but also don't look at them, and

I wish I would have studied them more.

One man, oh it was two men and a woman, advanced in their years but

Far from elderly, said, scratch that,

YELLED

"My arms are broken!" And

They were not, at all, broken, and

They were all severely intoxicated, and

One was stumbling about the side walk in my direction and

I would have slammed him if he touched me but he didn't, and

As the two men walked past me, I did not have such a good look of them,

The woman walked past me and

Looked me in the eye, the night eye, the glossed night eye, and

She was fashionable for a homeless woman, and

She said,

"Hey."

She

Said

It

As

If

She

Wanted

Me,

Whether

It

Be

For

Sex,

Or

For

A

Father,

Or

For

A

Friend,

Or

For

An

Escape

From

Her

Gentlemanly

Companions,

Or

For

A

Time

Machine,

Or

For

My

Life,

Or

For

A

Doctor,

Or

Anything.

She

Sounded

Sadder

Than

Any

UofA

Fan

Did

That

Night

After

Our

Loss

With

ASU.

She

Reminded

Me

Of

Home

Alone

Two,

When

Macaulay

Is

In

Central

Park

At

Night

And

Is

Frightened

Of

The

Hobos

And

Tries

To

Hale

A

Cab

But

The

Cab

Driver

Is

Even

More

Terrifying.

She

Reminded

Me

Of

The

Cab

Driver,

Mostly

Because

Of

Her

Face.

I

Think

She

Really

Needed

Me,

Whatever

I

Can

Do...

And

I

Wanted

Her.

I

Wanted

Her

Memories

And

Experiences

To

Be

Transfused

Like

Blood

From

Her

To

Me,

I

Wanted

Her.

Whatever

I

Can

Do...

"Hey."

The "Hey." echoes, and

Has since three a.m this morning.

After our encounter I continued walking towards the

MLK 24/7 IT support center, and

Circled it a few times to find the entrance, and

I did, and

There were two guys in there, I can't call them men, nor boys,

Nor dudes, nor students, they were guys, and

Told them about my issue and

One of them looked at my computer for

A bit, and

In about five minutes it was on again, and

He said my computer was in perpetual sleep, and

He had just turned it off, took out the battery, turned it back on, sucked the energy from the motherboard, put the battery back in, and it was fixed.

I talked to them about further computer issues, and

How to get a job at the

MLK 24/7 IT support center, and

Whatever else I could think of

For awhile and

Left.

I went back to my dorm and listened to

The Suburbs and

Finished my report and

Other stuff happened between then and now and

I haven't slept yet.