hoodedhooligan owl eyes

Matrix last night- Zizhkov the so called bad part of town, too many Roma?
too many highschool dreadlocked kids, green streams flashed - broke into pieces paired in flashes
across my arms,
on Allison's face, the eyebrow ring winked in the strobe light

the visual looked like two owl eyes
cajooing, hooting into the room,
made of smoke the pupils movedfrom side to side,
then the eyes coalesced together,
reverse mitosis, the fusion of owl
eyes.

The everyone danced to their own rythym you could tell who was hearing the
slower reggae bass, it was smooth and required downward spiral movements
The eletro techno beat was running over it, cutting it swiftly, they coexist.
I sway slow because that is whats in my mind.

Jsem Martin, Jak se mas?
my czech is bad I just smile and stumble on a few words
We pass around the bubblegum pink waterbong.
on the left hand side.
all around the leather booth we practice our non czech skills with these dread kids

Dominik doesnt dance , i tease him about always going to Blind eye
he proposed once more.
Chip tries to get acid from the kid.

"17:00 456-876-678, Martin"

he leaves this information on my old tram ticket.

I realize my wallet is gone, the yellow velvet pouch.
I had just started to replace everything from my last wallet stolen the other week.
Thank god i left my keys at the front desk at the Kolej.

That motherfucker! In the red hoodie wearing a hat!
I ran after him i corner him half way up the stairs toward the entrance
and i start giving him a pat down, front pockets- nothing
back pockets no yellow wallet, i was starte to think for sure he had handed to a friend
in the time that had elapsed.
" Do you have something that isn't your? Because now would be the time to give it back"

The kid looked nervous, eyes evasive and looking in all directions, soo sketch this made me even more confident that he did in fact jack my wallet. People began to stop , thinking i was trying to come onto this kid
a few hearty howling, sounds were made . No wallet still, he had his hands up proclaiming his innocence and that was that.
SO i give uo and walk downstairs to Chip and Allison, in our booth a moment later Allison ducks under the table and resurfaces with my yellow velvety wallleT !! SAA_WEET! Im so happy that its back, I dont even care that I harassed this poor kid who was a victim of my careless drunken sordid state! Oy vey! Maybe a little douchey but he was acting super sketchy...
That weed had to be chronic or hash that bubble gum pink water bong- sickk man.

So we finally leave Matrix, Im starting to sober up. As we are transfering at I.P Pavlova to our traim I see some drunk kids frolick on the ground. They cant seem to get up, it looks like they are laughing on the ground. As we come closer we realize its in fact the opposite its this one guy laying on the ground getting the SHIT kicked out of him. It must have been one of the most gruesome instanced of someone physically deformed from street violence i had witnessed. The guy on the ground had his eye sunken into the socket from repeated kicking and bashing, broken glass all over his face drenched in blood. There was blood on the ground up to 10 feet away. A girl who was probably the guys girlfriend was frantically hysterically crying and shouting at the skinhead who was beating her man. I dont want to assume this was racially motivated but the guy looked like a skinhead and ever since the Neo Nazi March on the anniversary of Kristal Nacht, I have been hearing about more and more skinhead crime. But this guy, omg he looked scary. His bald head glowed, juxtaposed to the night and around his mouth was a ring off blood, it looked like he was a messy vampire, had just sucked blood and was too in ectasy from the high to wipe his mouth of.

This wasnt the worst part.
The worst part was the reaction of the police.
That was my first thought, wtf are the fuckin corrput ass Czech Po-po?
Well we ran into them, a male and female officer, they casually strolled to the crime scene.
During their leisurely walk to the fight, the skinhead got in a few more vigourous kicks at the guys head, good jolt up his brain a bit b4 the cops come. I watched in complete shock how the police stood so close before the guy stopped hurting the other one. No rush, no fuss, no adrenaline rush please. Maybe officer Jana and Petr had a different agenda like getting coffee and this was rudely interupting them. Then the skinheas stopped and they all stood around the body on the floor. We has walked away by then. Next thing I see is an ambulance, the lights are flashing blue and white- sound, its going like 5mph, great reaction time, in true Czech fashion. Then we see the skinhead pass us while we wait for the tram, bloody still and yelling , mumbling something.
How many laws did that just break, I can't even count. Not arresting the agressive party, letting them walk away from the crime scene? What the hell? The police report will reflect all these errors. Moral of the story- dont get your ass kicked in Prague, the police hardly give a shit, maybe they jsut see this shit all the time, I dont know but it really shirks me to see this apathetic, non emergency, unurgent reaction by the so called justice system, its even worse for the Roma...
The kid I was getting with before also was attacked after a bar by 6 skinheads, not as bad as the other guy, he only suffered a black eye and broken nose...I wonder how much goes unreported or misreported better yet.