Jackpot

Tonight it’s a fire truck, ambulance and multiple police cars outside the house. Usually it’s just two of the three. I remember when I first started seeing the emergency services stop by and I would timidly look outside the blinds not wanting to be nosey. Now I recognize it for what it is, an opportunity to actually talk with neighbors, and head on outside. Tonight the emergency services folks don’t know where they are supposed to be and they are driving up and down the street trying to find the right place.

Earlier I’d gone across the street to Danals. It’s a colorful, loud, funky grocery store. Outside it’s sort of a carnival with all the street vendors selling hot dogs, shaved ice, clothes and other stuff. Inside they sell jeans, have Mexican music playing from giant loudspeakers and the kind of free for all inventiveness that makes this area so great.

Just another thing I won’t really see anymore once I return to the straitjacketed repression that is the middle class, white, Southern bullshit hypocrisy of Christian storm troopers who don’t know hard work, invention, art or love for this great damn country.

As the great W.P. Mayhew said “Why Mr. Fink I’m building a levee.” Listening: Sweepstakes Prize - Mirah