Crash
A girl was sitting in the middle of the street, looking stunned as she touched her head to check for blood. Her scooter was to her side, jammed under the front end of an SUV. Cars slowed down to go around her. Plastic, glass and metal everywhere. Two people sat with her and waited for the paramedics. Her red aluminum water bottle had rolled to the curb. She was in shock, but seemed intact. Soon they took her to the ER, while the cops stayed for the tow truck. Nobody remembered to take her bottle.
Back
Got back from hot hot hot Coachella and a very nice L.A. It was good to get back to The Mission even though the weather was horrible and all I had to look forward to was laundry. But one acclimatizes quickly. Good to check out what's going on around the 'hood. And what was, was a meth head tearing down road construction on Valencia.
La Mission.
Rumble in the jungle.
"Evening, officer."
My Fellow Americans
Washington, D.C. The epicenter of power and home to the leader of the free world, I'm told. In all honesty, the city itself seems very office hourly and everything has a stuffy bureaucratic feel to it. That, combined with the patriotism-through-tourism scene made me appreciate the fact that I would spend just 24 hours in the city.
See? He had to bring his own big wheel.
Alan Freed da waves as much as I freed da slaves, yo.
I am big and I be pointy.