The weather's getting warmer, but it's not warm enough yet for things to get really crazy, but the stirrings are beginning.
The sirens didn't stop the other night. Usually I can tune out one or two but this was one after another after another.
Then last night me and a friend were walking down by Case's campus last night when some students came towards us and said that the campus police were asking if they'd seen a guy dressed in black wielding a machete.
Awesome.
So we walked the other way through Little Italy, where the streets are lit more brightly than the campus because it was too beautiful outside to run away.
I had a ticket for the RJD2 show last night but didn't see anyone I knew and was too sleepy to wait through the opening acts so I drove home and saw the firetrucks and bystanders watching an abandoned building burn.
Usually I would have stopped, but I was tired and didn't have a camera anyway.
When the weather heats up, so do the tempers, and things start to get a little more crazy.
None of this really scares me. If it did, I wouldn't live where I live, go to the places I go.
"The space between the dime and the dollar
The space between the city and the suburb"
Friday, March 19, 2010
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It's obvious that you have to start carrying around your own machete. Anyone asks, tell them you're a professional cook.
They sell them around the corner at the African/Caribbean grocery store I shop at. I've thought it might come in useful.
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