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By chris Date: 2007 Mar 25 Comment on this Work [[2007.03.25.01.03.12416]] |
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First apartment on Montgomery - Sunbelt strip-mall sprawl culture at its worst - two-dozen different varieties of the same fast food on the same street drag races late Friday night asthma attacks from the meth lab upstairs (the billowing smoke from under the door that smelled like burning tires), fragrant clouds of cannabis and Spanish from the patio below the security guard with a wife and eleven year-old kid shot dead outside the laundromat right after you folded and took a load of dollar store t-shirts back upstairs hearing the gunshots and the car alarms and the spring mornings when the only sound was the wind that wouldn't stop blowing through the juniper outside the bedroom window saying, "Go, go..." But where? The cars that pulled up sometimes with the heat of summer suddently coming on and the vatos who dragged their cholas out by the hair as they exclaimed, "Nooo, daddy-ooo!" The stories like these that will remain non-sequiturs, resisting resolutions like the Wal-Mart Bibles and volumes of St. Augustine from the used bookstores you started reading but never finished. |