2001-04-29 9:31 p.m.
the point.

A flash goes off behind your eyes.

A friend talks about the old man who lived next door that couldn't keep his eyes off her.

A subway altercation about one guy's cell phone drags thirty years of baggage into the car.

BLAM.

You're frozen, you're flushed. The moment is all.

BLAM.

This has as much to do with a gun as a Taoist does with a jihad.

Let your instincts point the way.

Write.

BLAM.