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  1. Massengil


    You there, I see you looking at me in the rearview mirror. What’s up? You think I’m vibing you? I’m not. I don’t care. Drive how you drive. You should pay attention to what’s in front of you. Take your time. Turning across traffic is dangerous. Don’t hurry; but then don’t take too long. Go too slow and you might get hit, and I don’t want that—Imagine the noise; earsplitting, worse than annoying; tire squeal, two metal bodies colliding. You, your vehicle, the other: crushed, damaged, parts
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  2. Trash day

    Trash Day…

    Always having an issue with trash.

    Dirty creatures we are, and each crew contributes, each in denial individually, No fue yo the always-malarkey, pass-the-buck, guaranteed to push my button.

    You know what, you need to pick up your shit, (and I am tired of winding myself up to point out each and ever piece of supporting evidence…) as I look around this attempt at creating a pigsty by each of you. Next phone call: someone higher on the ladder. ...
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  3. Fish 'n' Chips

    Chippy-day, Friday.

    I will pretend religion as an excuse to eat fish. Cock’n’bull, British eating establishment, with real live Brits, ex-pats living among the savage colonials. Local jargon infecting their speech, they gather for cultural infusion; reinforcement; a dose of Blighty— island in a continent—to counter the overwhelming surroundings…

    I will sit by myself, struggle to order without spilling my drink (no beer, no matter how nice that would be) while the others ...
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  4. Varmints

    The raccoons were in the yard last night. We’d just come home from a long day at the in-laws, lunch, and dinner when Junior heard them through the kitchen window scrambling around in the tree. I shooed him off from shooing them off with his paintball pistol.

    Who knows what damage they do in the night? I suspect they may have taken to the fruit…

    They look at you; don’t make a noise. You don’t know if they’re going to attack or what. They don’t, just sit up there looking ...
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  5. Hosh hang it. (language)

    Crash! Bang!

    What the hell is she doing up there? Ah, yes… changing out the hangers. “NO… MORE…WOODEN…(huff-huff) Haaaa-ngerZZZ!!!”

    What? Am I supposed to feel guilty? That I’m not up there helping her!? Ha! Too bad. The closet’s too skinny. I wouldn’t fit. Guilt avoided. Effort avoided. She bought the wood hangers in the first place. She insisted. Now they’re too fat/take up too much space. Plastic it is... not those cheap smooth jobbers, but fuzzy , velvety... plastic
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  6. thin; blonde

    Cut the fence this morning; someone has. It was a section in the chain link where we'd had to open it—to get access. We had it tied with rope and some nylon straps. Anyway, they cut the rope.

    There’s tent next to it—the fence—that wasn’t there yesterday. A homeless woman came on foot a little later (I hadn’t seen her leave). She went inside the tent. I don’t know if she stayed.

    The workers suspect that whoever it was, they came in to use the porta-potty.
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  7. Flunking- dreaded 'f'-word...

    Slog-Blog, slogging along as if walking in mud, walking in a fog.
    Lacking focus, or purpose.

    An exercise in nothingness. Several or more letters sent to the page in a lame attempt at shooting a pattern with a pea-shooter. Spit-tooey—these come from me, directly from my head, the mouth being a part of—

    There we go… something is coming…

    His girlfriend is in danger of failing. She’s only been up there a week and already she’s struggling. It’s this ...
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  8. that time again (language)

    It must be Bitch-Fit Day.

    What?

    Sexist?

    Are trying to say that only females can be bitches?

    I’ll have you know that I know a lot of males who regularly… In fact, I can feel my mensies coming. That’s what I said ‘Men-sies’. Like ‘men—‘

    I often complain of it… the complaining. A catch 22… paradox like: ‘Everything I say is a lie…” Am I lying then, hmm, about lying? And when did it start? Which one was the the first?
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  9. straight out of... Reseda. (language)

    There are benefits to being born in a certain time; place. We reap them, until we are reaped. Be thankful, as it could have been so easily different, born into a different place, during this time (or a different time) where things are not easy, not safe…


    We drive past the gates, The Well-to-do, Done-wells, Don- very-wells in their hidden palaces, mansions behind those gates, where everything is perfect, there to remind us of what we don’t have, our deficiencies, our lack of ...
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  10. bob and weave

    I took three this morning. One actually pulled over to letme pass. I’ve done the same twice lately. I got a thumbs up for the one. Inearly caught up to them finally as they got jammed up by some slow carsfurther up.

    I had one guy get mad at me I think. I was staying back aways but he was still breaking hard and late on purpose. For whatever reason Ididn’t really care anyway, whatever he was doing, as I knew I would pass himcoming up—I know all the sections. When I did I don’t think ...
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  11. night noises, broken sleep; gunshots and other endeavors (language)

    Burnt-toast smell woke me up twice. I know it woke her up, too.

    Skunk.

    The second time she got up and shut the window. About twenty feet below is the leaky sprinkler connection, the little unnatural watering hole that birds in the day, and ‘coons in the night come and play in. Maybe Mr. Skunk is right down there beneath our window, washing.

    Do they do that like the raccoons do? Maybe their great stink makes them dumber—never had to evolve a lot of smarts ...
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  12. New-old curse words: pox etc. (language alright)

    More bad news…
    Cancer again, this time tumors in the liver.

    Talk about curse-words; Cancer, tumor, fucking-chemo, radiation, son-of-a-bitch… how’s that?! Who invented this shit? What possible purpose does cancer have? Fuck you, it’s fucking bullshit.

    Fucking old-people… you get us to like you, care about you, and then you go and die on us. Fuck that, fucking bullshit. Don’t fucking die. How about that?!

    Fucking sucks… that’s all I got to say. Son ...
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  13. Irrational man

    The movie was a little slow. There finally comes the point where they start leading you—more like drag you, by the wrist: …then this happens, then this happens, then this happens… more quickly—I guess they call that they climax. It takes a long time to get there. I joked: “Well, they could have thrown in some explosions…”

    It was a well-made movie; well crafted. Everything was done right, correct, nothing amateurish or half-assed… but then why would there be? The guy definitely has ...
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  14. concentrated

    8-3. Today must be yoga-mat day. Young people and yoga-mats. What do they do for a living? It’s 11:30 on a weekday and people have to work, so how…?

    8-4. Pretty People out today…more so than usual. Would it be creepy if I had a camera? Ha! Ya, dude… I think so. It’s just that it’s really amazing… pretty faces, pretty bodies. There are pretty people everywhere, yes, but not in such concentration. I find it remarkable.

    8-5. Four guys and one girl at the off ramp. They’re ...
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  15. Venice inland...

    Punk Rock Minnie Pearl rode by on her bicycle. Pedaled by on the path with her basket of black roses; plastic flowers in her basket, a gentle touch to a harder edge, like a dress with combat boots.

    As she passed closer by she looked a bit sooty; dusty, and it made me wonder if she were a fraudulent civilian; one of those who hide their predicament, like a secret disease, leper, the shameful un-cleanliness of the residentially challenged.

    I’ve seen it here: a woman ...
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  16. I like turtles

    I dreamed of turtles swimming in ponds last night.

    The house, you see, smells like fish-tank. I

    t rained last night, all day the day before, and it’s hot out, summer-storm.

    Maybe I’m getting old or something, but outside, on the way home, I could smell the tumbleweeds along the road, and they smelled like musty farts. I was hoping for sage, sumac or ryegrass. The water makes all the plants open their pores, which allows their scent…

    Two-months-ago ...
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  17. Food

    Celebrity sighting…

    I’m at the Whole Foods down the block from the jobsite. I usually walk, but today I drove, which I judge to have been a good choice as traffic crossing Lincoln is always heavy, today heavier than usual, and I’m always taking a chance on foot, anyway. At least in a car you’re protected some if you get nailed…

    So, in the parking lot, there’s this youngish, okay, somewhat graying, ‘cool-Dad’ type, with a couple of his ‘tween’-something kids. He’s dressed ...
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  18. early...

    5:09 am. – I leave a little earlier than usual. I hit several red lights down Topanga but I don’t mind. 5:29-5:30 exactly on the bank clock at Ventura.

    The light changes green and a mid-size sedan, white, but un-identifiable passes at a good speed. I notice dual exhaust. Good, I think, not a bad sign.

    I wonder if they’ll be going over the canyon or turning right onto Mulholland. The light is green at Mulholland and they are doing about 50 when a black Cadillac, one the ...
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  19. neighborhood...

    I squat down, awkward, not used to giving blow-jobs or cow milking. It’s a good thing I don’t have a belly. I still have to turn my head and mouth sideways. Best I can do, the desktop, the only flat surface stable enough to hold the heavy water jug, but still not high enough. I certainly can’t hold it and depress the squirt button.

    The water pours half into my mouth, half onto the floor.

    Only later do I realize I have a coffee cup, not thrown away, sitting on my desk. ...
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  20. the drive, again (short)

    “Danny’s Crane Service”. I’ve seen that truck before. How is it that a big-ass truck like that can take all the turns with no issue, while people driving little-cars, road-huggers… comparatively, crawl around these same corners? ‘Lowest common denominator’ comes to mind…

    Case in point: yesterday, on the way home, a person stopped at a yellow light. This is a legally, fifty-mile-an-hour road, four lanes… The guy behind almost plowed into her. I call that bad driving. Maybe she doesn’t ...
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  21. Skin like porcelain

    I was in the toilet last night.

    I am now thoroughly familiar with the

    fact that I am not a plumber.

    Seven trips to the store—store’ers—three of them, and my…
    our new toilet works.

    I am not excited. No, she, it, 'Betsy' I’m going to call it, ruined that for me. Any Betsy that takes that much effort for me isn’t worth it. They’ll be no second date. Her deflowering, our first time together(our deflowering?), will go unnoticed; no ahh, ...
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  22. barricades

    They put temporary ‘gates’ across the alley. It’s nothing official, just some agreement between the neighbors to help keep out the unwanted. I don’t know, maybe the homeless that live in vehicles used to drive in. Whatever, I respect the gates, which are those folding barricade thingies that the city uses, white and orange striped with various agency names printed on them; the next step up from traffic cones, they also have two matching plastic ‘boards’ ten or twelve feet long that are notched at ...
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  23. 25. (language)

    .....

    Got myself up early enough. Up in the canyon some white work-truck with toolboxes for a bed is putt-putting along. Turns out it's a “County Fire Department” vehicle. * Sigh * So I buckle down for a long, slow slog.

    Upon mental boredom and a lack of stimulation my mind drifts to last night’s television and of one of my favorite childhood/pre-pubescent fantasy/documentary flicks, One Million Years B.C. which of course features the outrageous and outstand Rrraquel ...
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  24. a night before 26

    1am and I’m on my way downstairs.

    Will I be hungry? Will I actually get some writing done? Or, will I sit in front of the t.v. for two hours, wasting some more time, and finally fall back asleep, a troubled, shallow sleep knowing I have to be up soon anyway, so why let yourself go all the way back when you’re in danger of oversleeping; making yourself late to work, late to hit the road... which you know is a nightmare after a certain time, and totally ruins your drive after a certain ...
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  25. 27 days

    The coursing herd? Lemmings.
    ...shiny metal boxes.
    Spiral down to realty…

    The painted markings at this point, change, letting you know that the one lane has-to make a right, while the other may continue, forward. Racer X in front of me slows as we come up on the line of stopped cars in front of us, the traffic lights and intersection visible, but ten cars or so, ahead.

    Again I read her bumper stickers; Skatelab on the glass of the rear window; something ...
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