This is the end of What Lives Are These.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thursday, February 21, 2008
New year and all
I started living in Downtown LA because I bought into the hype that things were on the up and up and that the city was making vast improvements in this hip area.
That's all bullshit- I live in Tijuana, Mexico.
Unless Revolution Avenue is what everyone meant when they were talking about hip new loft apartments I think this hype about downtown LA must be stopped.
I no longer have to read the crime section of the LA Times to feel a part of what is going on in the LA underworld. I look outside.
Yesterday I saw a man steal someone's car radio. The day before, in the house across the street, I saw a man holding an assault rifle. He didn't look like a cop.
I'm the only light skinned person in my area and I don't belong there.
So why did I move in? During the day it isn't bad. It's actually kind of peaceful. Also I pay $825 for a one-bedroom apartment. Can't beat that in LA- however ridiculous it might sound to someone from the Midwest.
So I'm changing this blog. I'm fed up with crime and death and accidental incidents reminding us of our short time on this earth. No, this year I'm going to write about other stuff. I don't know what it will be about. I won't rewrite what I post here. I'm just going to type stuff occasionally and maybe someone somewhere will care. Or not, whatever.
That's all bullshit- I live in Tijuana, Mexico.
Unless Revolution Avenue is what everyone meant when they were talking about hip new loft apartments I think this hype about downtown LA must be stopped.
I no longer have to read the crime section of the LA Times to feel a part of what is going on in the LA underworld. I look outside.
Yesterday I saw a man steal someone's car radio. The day before, in the house across the street, I saw a man holding an assault rifle. He didn't look like a cop.
I'm the only light skinned person in my area and I don't belong there.
So why did I move in? During the day it isn't bad. It's actually kind of peaceful. Also I pay $825 for a one-bedroom apartment. Can't beat that in LA- however ridiculous it might sound to someone from the Midwest.
So I'm changing this blog. I'm fed up with crime and death and accidental incidents reminding us of our short time on this earth. No, this year I'm going to write about other stuff. I don't know what it will be about. I won't rewrite what I post here. I'm just going to type stuff occasionally and maybe someone somewhere will care. Or not, whatever.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Waves of Violence Ripple Outward In Time and Space
Last night, about half a mile from the scene of Saturday's assault, a man was arrested.
In Montecity Heights, danger is an ever-present threat. It comes from the inside out and back again from the outside in.
A woman was stabbed to death in her home after an argument escalated around 9:50pm.
The man who did it (if not her husband than something close) also stabbed his own son, a small 13 year old boy.
The woman is dead. The boy is not dead but his injuries are life-threatening.
What madness occured in that house while the rest of us settled down in our beds, thinking of work and errands. Did he grab her while she screamed- the boy looking on? Did he kill her in a fit of rage without intending to, then, horrified by what his son witnessed, decide to kill the boy as well?
What lives are these in Montecito Heights? What lives are led? What desparation?
In Montecity Heights, danger is an ever-present threat. It comes from the inside out and back again from the outside in.
A woman was stabbed to death in her home after an argument escalated around 9:50pm.
The man who did it (if not her husband than something close) also stabbed his own son, a small 13 year old boy.
The woman is dead. The boy is not dead but his injuries are life-threatening.
What madness occured in that house while the rest of us settled down in our beds, thinking of work and errands. Did he grab her while she screamed- the boy looking on? Did he kill her in a fit of rage without intending to, then, horrified by what his son witnessed, decide to kill the boy as well?
What lives are these in Montecito Heights? What lives are led? What desparation?
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