As I was walking home this morning, I passed by an elderly lady that looked a lot like that crazy old woman from DONNIE DARKO, except she had shorter hair (but still all over the place) and she wore navy blue sweats. She had a confused look in her eyes, as if she was lost.
Oh, and she was holding a kitchen knife in her right hand.
As I passed her by, everything seemed to slow down like an effin' John Woo flick while my eyes were transfixed on that damn knife. After a few steps, I looked back to make sure she wasn't going to lunge on to my back like a granny ninja. She didn't.
I wonder where she is now. I wonder what the knife was for. I wonder if I was lucky.
where were they going without ever knowing the way