The Victorian store front and apartment combination is now and has been a single room occupancy building for as long as I have lived here. I cannot figure out yet if the guy in the wheelchair is an occupant or a Street Pharmacy lookout. If I were the real Tarantino, he would have an automatic gun under his blanket. It is the building Baby Dee died in.
The city is rebuilding the water system and fixing curbs and drains. Gentrification creeps ever more near. I put my trust in new sewers. New sewers and angels. So this is the bit where I ask a profound question: Sewers are for shit, are they not?
I will set my pumpkins of hope out on Halloween night. Sewers are civilization and government at its best. I am going to beat Los Dolores over the head with my cane if she bothers Norma in the bodega again. Because she is shit and I am going to tell you why. The why is shit. Really.
Back. Sometimes I fuck around and it is really just terrible. Occasionally there are nuggets of goodness.