Went Glendaling. Had a couple of drinks from a $3.00 bottle and then went running the tracks behind the Rage. Met up with Hoover & the Felon at the Glendale friday-afternoon football game. Nicer folks you will never, ever meet. The Felon was giving me the lowdown on the latest string of bike thefts which have afflicted him and Hoover was swimming around in the canal.
It all reminds me of what I once learned in high school but maybe forgot: the people of my neighborhood (Carlos, this means you too) are and always will be better friends to me than any of those other “friends” I’ve met anywhere since who couldn’t really give any less of a fsck when push comes to shove. When you come from a poor neighborhood you’re all kind of in the same shit together and you never have to worry about anyone else too much, because you all know you’re as regular as each other.
All in all, a refreshing change of pace that was way, way overdue.
Side effect: now I feel like burning a few bridges. But I think I am wise enough to refrain, at least for the moment. Still… truly cool folks have a way of calling pretenders out without even having to try.