the trials and tribulations of being a crackhead

i was standing at the coffee grinding machine in stop and shop yesterday and all of the sudden, i hear some lady yell, "yo, you ain't nothin but a crack whore, phyllis! you and yo' crackhead husband, smokin' crack! that's why y'all got 18 kids!" the accuser was a.. umm.. formidable-looking?.. [read: large] woman, dressed in navy blue sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt [obviously more concerned with administering vigilante justice on the streets of dorchester than aesthetics.. commendable, really], and she was walking towards the exit as she was yelling over her shoulder.. i tried not to stare, but i kind of think i probably did anyway. i couldn't see phyllis at this point, but i heard an angry female voice which i assumed was hers screaming about what was going to happen to the big lady if she ever showed up at her [phyllis's] work again. [nothing good, for the record]. while she's yelling about this, phyllis stops and turns around just to the left of where i was standing, and when the other lady gets to where phyllis is standing, they get all up in each other's faces. phyllis was a much smaller lady than the other one. she had long hair, a cell phone, and a miniskirt... she looked quite a lot more employable than the other lady, but as we all know, appearances can be deceiving, so don't take my word for it. anyway, i didn't see who started it, but somebody shoved somebody, and suddenly they were grabbing at each others' clothes and hair [obviously... why do girls always go for the hair?] and as soon as people started noticing, a crowd started to form around then, but i think everyone around kind just wanted to watch because nobody made a move to intervene until a cop, who had been standing near the door of the market, ran over and tried to break it up ... ha! he had about half the size and a quarter of the determination of the bigger woman -- he had no fuckin chance. a few other dudes ran over to help him and he radioed for a car and whatever .. they finally got them apart, and my coffee had finished grinding by now, so i didn't stick around to see what happened next. i did notice that there was an enormous clump of hair [extension] on the ground, and they had knocked over some of the coffee cans on the endcap.

so... welcome to boston.

it's **** to be home.