12:28 am - 11.07.2008
a malo encounter
i saw malo the other day at wal-mart. she was with his new baby mama &i assume his new little girl. i knew it was him from a million miles away. i remember the giant three-dots on his elbow. i remember cleaning them when he got them.
it's been more than four years since i've seen that sorry sonofbitch last. it's been i don't know how long since i last thought of him. the scar of his name on my theigh is almost invisible- enough where i don't even pay attention to it anymore. now i can't seem to tune him out of my thoughts. &it's not that ewy-gooey nasty "i miss him...i really loved him...wahhh...". No. this is pure, relentless, pissed off, bitchy, i-wanna-cut-out-his-beathing-heart,-cut-off-his-head-and-string-it-on-my-clothesline, anger. i wanted to walk up to his new whatever (or old if they have a baby, but new to me) and tell her what a catch she got for a baby-daddy--a sick sonofabitch who liked to smoke meth, fuck 14 year old girls ten years younger than him, and then beat the shit out of them. but i didn't. her living with him is enough for her to find out someday anyways.
he looked straight at me and recognized me. he even pointed me out to his fat-chuby-baby mama #2 (or 3 or 6 or i dunno), and she kind laughed. when we looked at eachother i just shook my head at him and mouthed him a nice "FUCK YOU".
