MY WORLD OF EYES
In the past couple of weeks in the back alleys of West Coast cities I have seen:
A rat dancing with a piece of toast; other rats looked on with jealousy.
A woman very high on heroin giving a super pro-looking massage to a dude so high he had nodded off on the ground. I was sad for him that he was missing it. She was strong! And it was a nice thing to do. He woke up after she was done. Dammit! I looked on with jealousy.
Oil slick puddles oozing from beneath dumpsters like they had peed themselves.
Crows circling a flacid lettuce and cheese tray.
Old wooden electric poles that have somehow escaped demolition. They even have the glass insulators you see in antique stores. I think they may even still be in use!
A group of men smoking crack. One man starts running around like the Energizer Bunny. Another man reveals he is a cop. An unmarked car pulls up.
A striking amount of really positive life-affirming graffiti.
A man jerking off over the hood of a car.
A single prawn tail.
A 30-year-old memory of a pizza parlor that used its pizza ovens to cook down human remains for easier disposal.
A trail of greasy backpacks.