middle of somewhere

there is a line in a book i like verry much called boy meets boy. i dont like it because its about gays. because its not. its about friends some of whom are gay. anyway i'm going on a tangent. theres a line. that goes somethign like "alot of people say they live in the middle of nowhere. but right now, i feel like i live inthe midle of some where"

i thought of that line today. alot of people compalin that where i liv has got too expencisive or is to devided the rich up onthe hill and in mansions the middle class in old terriced houses andthe poor in grotty greay council flats. but they are wrong. in my street alone you have the chissildjawed blond hair blue eyed american family living next door to the smileing happy black family. you have chinese resteraunt owners who are better spoken that their naighbors. you have a rehabilitation half way house next door to the young familys house. and you have them talking to each other at the gate, you have the flat where the senile old hagger witch used to live. we loved her. she was mad but harmless. she would shout at you with her fauld teeth inone hand and a kit cat in the other.

you have the resurved 60 something couple living next door to the loveing devoted gay couple.
i feel like i live inthe middle of some where. my siblings got the bus to school. their busdriver was a transvestite. he wore glamourous make up and a blonde wig but kept his mostache they were never shocked. it was just another choice to them.
theres the barbour up the road who is either rushed off his feet or sitting around not doing anything. but each time i walk past his wndow he's got something new. a sofa for customours a coffe machine, stylish chairs, a tv. but regardless of being rushed off his feet or all alone. he always smiles at me as i walk past.

you have the beger who has one possession inthe world an old guitar. he just difts about the town spreading his musicle good vibes. you have the othetr begger, or is he a hermit. who sits under the brige at the river watchign the world go by. some shun him. if i had money i'd give it to him but as it is all i can do is say hello.

my town is an urban metropolis a miniture london onthe outskirts of the city. but it is also a rural iddle. where mothers feed the ducks with their kids. and friends have a pint of beer wile cooling themselves by dipping their feet in the river.

the other month it was a rainly day and there were some school kids. 13 14? on the way home. they lost one of the boys foot ball to the river and the ladd decided to walk in after it. now else where people would have ignord them. called them ghastly little horrors or given them an asbo.

here? in my town? an old man stopped and waited to make sure they were all right. i sugested they try and move it to the side with a long bit of wodd or a stick of some kind. as towards the side ther was an eddy whitch would slow the ball down. they got thair ball back and we all jaughed about it me the old man and hte kids. they thanked us and walked away. on that cold wet windy day. i was some where i was in the middle of some where.

say what you will about me and where i live. but you could never. NEVER say it was nowhere.