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That shit is a white heat. Checking back every few minutes. It’s all about defeating all the other bidders and cheating the auctioneer. There go the bids. Forty dollars. Fifty-five. Higher. Seventy-five, ninety. Something was telling me to stop. I wouldn’t have an extra ninety bucks for weeks. A hundred and fifty. All this tension throbbing at my throat, Walter. One fifty-five, one seventy-five. The other dude topped off at two fifty and, Walter, I’m at three fifty and thought that was it. No one bid for a while. In the last minutes someone bid four seventy-five and I hit back with five fifty.
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Rashid seems like he might have Bi-Polar Disorder.
First it was dry, and then it started to rain and just like that the water rushed in, a steady flow of dirty brown liquid. I have never understood why people live there. This is nearly a yearly occurrence and nobody seems to care. There’s a trailer park down there that regularly becomes a scattered field of overturned trailer homes, the flimsy material they make those pieces-of-shit with strewn all about the place. I see pictures, almost every year, on the front page of the Days & Times. And then they rebuild absurdly like a great flood never happened.
I always wonder this about the people who live on hillsides in California. Every year they burn, the fires clear out the plants that were keeping up the soil stability, the winter rains come & boom, their home is at the bottom of the hill. AND THEY REBUILD ON THE SAME FUCKING HILLSIDE!!!
It was about an Italian witch with a magical cauldron that produced endless pasta.
Strega Nona is a children's book written and illustrated by Tomie dePaola
He a virgin, that’s why he be throwing rocks at people. Man, that don’t even make no sense, Casey said. It’s from the Bible, Kwayku replied. He who is without sin can cast the first stone.
Biblical-level burn!
He’s lucky really that he has a place to go and just be.
I almost posted a spoiler. Read this before 'The World Does Not Require You'.
We still talked over him, and flashes of annoyance still passed over his face, but he shrugged and took the discussion in the direction of whatever interested us,
A class of juniors I was in broke a Spanish teacher this way. I still feel bad for the guy.
Leonard Peltier,
#freeLeonardPeltier
I ain’t feel bad about what happen to the Safeway. You go in there, you never see one of us working in front. The meat bad sometimes, and you point that out, you get one cussing from the manager or someone under him. Prices always a dollar, two, three, five higher than some other places like the Giant up Georgia Avenue, but it not easy for me to get to the Giant most times. I never realize it before, but I resent Safeway like hell from the moment I start shopping there until the moment we standing in front of it. No one talking, but as a group we decide the store’s fate.
This is a HUGE issue standing in the way of nutritional security in poor & lower-middle-class America. Our neighborhood Smith's is terrible. The shelves are barren of choices The produce selection is limited & of poor quality,, expired products are left for months, there are too few checkers, stockers or cleaners. And prices on fresh meat & produce are slightly higher.
2 miles NW - closer to some large, newer planned communities? Those? They've got stores with dedicated Kosher sections. Starbucks, a floral section.. clean, well-lit, staffed.
I ain’t imagine riots this way. All the upheavals I read about, heard about, and now I was in the middle of one, like the rebellious slaves in the book.
I was in the middle of Las Vegas' Rodney King riots back in '92. I had a booth in an indoor swapmeet & looters were breaking the front entrance windows as all us merchants were leaving from the back. My shop had crystals & occult crap & was largely untouched. Nothing was really interesting unless you were a witch or New Ager.
https://www.blackpast.org/african-american-history/west-las-vegas-riot-1992/
