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This one brought back memories of the days before i was medicated and seeing a therapist for my bipolar diagnosis. 

There's always that one group of guys. The louder rowdier ones. The ones that drink too much too early, and start in on their misogynistic rants. Like they are building up steam to something bad. As women, we've developed a sort of sense about men like that, especially in groups. Like sensing there is a wolf in the dark woods before we see it or hear it. But there's a mood that overtakes me sometimes, maybe something is broken in my little head. I'm sure there's diagnosis and a prescription for it, but i don't really care about that right now. Right now that dark tide is washing over me and i'm swimming in it. Right now the danger that I should be avoiding, running away from, pulls me in like a moth to a flame. And when heir voices turn darker, a little lower, just as angry, but even drunk they know enough to be careful. I take my drink and sit a little closer. It's a dive bar off the highway. The sort of rough dangerous place i'm drawn to in these moods. I still can't hear them, but i can pick up words. Cunt.. disposable.. Meat... Rape...Beat... I can feel their glances now, it's like the universe is setting up this moment, setting up these fateful dominoes about to be knocked over. I stand up, I don't have to act drunk, I am, but i let it show. I walk towards the back door leading to the alley. I dont' have to look back, their table is quiet now, i know they are getting up and following. 

And as a reminder, if you want to assign me homework,  pick any image from my Home Work Folder. Or any other of my favorites folders. if you want to assign me extra credit :). I'll put a comment on it, and let you know when i'm done.  I'll always try to get it done withint a day, or maybe if it's a weekend a bit l onger.