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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #514
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8
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888 888 888 888 888 "Going To The Hotel,
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 A Creative Piece"
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888 888 888 888 888 "
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o by Reflecks
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8 3/16/99
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I stand near the window and gaze down at the street from the third
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floor of my apartment building. I see others down below, shuffling,
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scuttling to and fro.
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Where are they going? What are they doing?
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I shift between the weight on my legs and keep staring. I see a
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baby and a mother. Trying to subside the baby's shaking, the mother
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calmly places food near it's mouth. It hungrily accepts. Looking across
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the street from the pair, I notice a couple of adolescents harrassing an
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elder, trying to forcefully snatch away her purse, probably to get at
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some candy she might be hiding away in it's contents.
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I get nervous and begin pacing about my apartment, thinking
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intensely on what to do. I scurry over to the counter and lift some
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sugar cubes from a bowl. A sugar cube is always most refreshing on hot
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days like this. Others say that it's not good to eat what you have on
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hot days, because thats when the people are usually out and about, and
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it's most difficult to get any food with so many of them around. That's
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not always the case, though. My friends tell me of the ones at the old
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folks homes. There you can get plenty of food, as much as you want. The
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people there rarely, if ever, see you around. If they do see you,
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usually they can't catch you. I hear it's easy life. But not for me.
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The city is tough living, let me tell you. You never know when you'll
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eat, or even if you eat. It's tough living.
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I suppose you'd like to hear about one of my kids. Well, he isn't
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much different from me, I suppose. Look's more like his mother, however.
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Big mouth, beady eyes. Same legs. Same teeth. Why, you'd swear he was a
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beetle if you saw him.
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Once, I remember he came in the apartment through the window.
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Well, I was so awestruck, since it'd only been a few nights since he'd
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even walked out of the room. I asked him, "what in boonhilly were you
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doing out there in the cold? ain't you got no sense?" Well. He just
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looked at me with those beady eyes. Staring. Then he flashed me with the
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jelly bean he had in his mouth. I damn near shit a brick! My own kid,
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finding jelly beans before his legs were even firm. I was so proud.
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Just then, the phone rings, breaking me from my momentary remembrance.
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I run away from the noise and hide. Dumb people. Always calling, talking
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on the phone. Can't they just shut up for once? I pace about in the
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bathroom for a bit, chewing my sugar cube. Oh, damnit, I nearly forgot.
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I was supposed to go with my friends down near the Hotel. Damnit. I grab
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a piece of chocolate on the way out and run as fast as I can down the
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hall and meet up with my friends. They've been waiting. Just as I
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arrive, one of them speaks to me.
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"Where've you been maaaaa ---"
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A look of terror crosses his face.
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"What? What's wrong?" I ask, puzzled.
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He says nothing, seemingly frozen in place and time.
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"What?"
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I turn around.
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"Oh. My. Oh. My." I babble, futily trying to make a complete
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phrase. At once, as if linked, we scream in unison.
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"RAAAAAAAAID."
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Press. Spray. Boom.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #514 - WRITTEN BY: REFLECKS - 3/16/99 ]
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