Evening walk and thoughts.

        I was walking down Milwaukee through the Brooklyn neighborhood in Portland. I was coming from the house where I am storing my short school bus studio home. I was coming from longing around on a couch being stoned for two days and nursing my banged up pride and face. I had one more day in Portland.
        There was a couple standing at the edge of the street. Darkness had recently completed it's decent. I was calmed by the darkness, it made it more difficult to notice my bruised face. The couple looked middle aged. She was round with a tent like shirt that made you think of a hospital. He was bald with a greying goatee. I could not tell what they were doing till I was right next to them, they stood next to each other looking across and down the street. As I passed she kicked a crap apple and he clicked on a flashlight and announced it's trajectory. I smiled and walked on, had a long ways to go still and I was behind schedule.
        I was musing on the cycle of violence I recently felt drawn into. A few days ago I did not feel that I could hurt a person, now, after being jumped I had a rage in me. If I had saw the kids who attacked me I may run at them, swung till I hit, and hit till something popped. I wanted my revenge. It was as if they had shared they're internal strife with me. My world had been too comfy, I was a step away from their anger. Not any more.
        I thought of the competitive nature of humanity. I thought of the thin constructs of society, and how close everything always is to falling apart. Held together simply because we all believed society should be. That we were safer being ruled by our government. We are scared into accepting the social contract once we realize how quickly say a band of kids can take whatever you have, whatever you care about, away from you. We are violent aggressive beasts barely held in check by the laws of society.
        Then I thought about the couple kicking crab apples across the street. The reality humans are fun loving and brimming with curiosity. For all the morbid mayhem that would occur that would envelop us is society fragmented and presently fills our nightly news, humans will always play meaningless little games. That easy going playfulness may be the saving grace of our species. I smiled and walked on.