The Maxx

Julie:
As we walk back home, my mind wanders across all the lonely, misguided people in this dark city. Lot's of other people could use my help, but I always come back to old Maxx. Jeez, the poor guy doesn't have a clue. Every time he gets into trouble, he goes into this "in another world I was protecting my Jungle Queen" crap. Can't blame the guy, though. If I was a purple homeless guy, I guess I'd reduce my social worker to some bikini-clad jungle bimbo too. At least in his dreams he's some kind of superhero. Boy this city's full of people who are experts at avoiding reality, and with good reason. I'm not sure any of us wants to know what goes on at 3am in some stink ridden ally. God know who doing god know what. Best not to think about it, just push it down and go on. Maxx thinks I'm an extremist, but come on! Guys are saying that "no" means "yes". And honestly, sometimes it does. But I don't think any guy who's pulled himself off a crying woman was confused for a second about what she wants. Maxx thinks I'm heartless, too. And maybe I am. But maybe I care too much. But I have my fortress, warm and dry, far from the twisted city below.