“Let’s ride to Boulevard East.”
Go, Go, Go!
“Let’s take the long way.”
Go, Turn, Go!
“Yo, but there’s mad 5-0 that way.”
Go, Go, Go!
“Then what way asshole?”
Go, Turn, Go!
“Hey, who you calling asshole, fuckface?”
Go, Go, Go!
“Relax guys, let’s just cut through West New York.”
Go, Turn, Go!
“Watch the immi bus!”
Go, Go, Go!
“Diablo! Mother fucker came out of nowhere!”
Go, Turn, Go!
“It’s a god damn immi bus, you blind fuck!”
Go, Go, Go!
“Yo, but how bout you hop off my—.”
Stop!
“Holy shit! You guys see all that smoke?”
Standing, Looking, Quiet.
“Come on, something’s up.”
Go, Go, Stop!
“Yo, one of the towers is on fire!”
Standing, Looking, Quiet.
“Yo, is that a plane?”
Speechless, Breathless, Thoughtless.
“Oh shit!”
Crash!
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Omar Gonzalez
When not busy with other professional endeavors, Omar spends his time thinking of ways to write about his life. Whether it is encounters with love, heartache, religion, or self-discovery, he has a poem or story for such an experience.
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