vagrant

as i stand here typing this, taking a needed blog-break from practicing, a vagrant--yes, i said vagrant--is standing right outside the window of my ground-floor, street-facing apartment berating anyone who walks by. he's saying something about "wives and husbands" and "riches." i'm not exactly sure what he's saying--the sound is muffled by those sturdy window-bars separating he and i.

i just caught the word "reminiscing" and "bag." oh, and now "colored people."

as he carries on, a crowd of 15 peabody students has gathered on the 2nd-floor terrace, watching. my first thought is, god, this really isn't conducive to practicing.

baltimore.