Friday, September 21, 2007

state of being

I went back home for spring break to visit my family and friends and for some reason Tijuana keeps changing everytime i go back to it, also the atmosphere feels completely different from when I left, I know I´ve changed since then, but if i were to still live there i would probably feel the changes but gradually. For instance, people on the street cary out a history that is so appareant. for example._ A man walking on a street sign* wearing sunglasses, Unstable... I watched and stared carefully sitting and waiting on my cab-ride while the light turned green : both his hands were bandaged up to his elbows trying hard to turn on a cigarrette with a soft limp over his right leg- a gringo lost in the streets of Tijuana- as i saw him pass by... his back leg held a piece of what seemed to be dry shit stuck to his cargo shorts, he walked into this pharmacy on the corner. Then i took off// the next day i went to San Diego shopping for a lap top and again while waiting in the car to cross the border a woman with pig tails and an outfit of a legit crackhead came running down in between cars,red lipstick smeared on; brushing her hair with a toothbrush saying she needed to take all the chlorine off// wearing a pink underwear as a bandana with a cap over it. As soon as immigration officers came, she ran like the wind back into mexican soil... she acted out very theatrical, over dramatic & excentric, in her head she must have really thought she was in a play :) I think it intrigues me how much the hand gets weak and how strong the mind can hold a state of being for so long, this is why this people fascinate me and inspire me to write about them...

Sunday, September 02, 2007

black blob

He didn`t quite understand the effects of big city people going to the beach and relaxing in Margaritaville, but that weekend he got to know first hand what that could be like... sunbathing all day, drinking beers on the beach, ordering fresh shrimp and some ocassional swimming in the ocean to cool down// the resort would provide him with kayak equipment so he could take a little cruise ocean deep away from the beach and other tourists. Once there at the far end just lay back and take it all in, the sun in his chest, his feet hanging fresh into the water, enjoying life... forgeting about wearing a tie. Hanging out all day at the beach made him lightheaded. Somehow when least expected the sunset got there and all of those beers got him buzzing some brain cells; at night no more tourist only them two, she ran to take pictures of him swimming in the dark ocean **later when developed the lack of light made them not come out right**. At the end of the pier he jumped from the far end hoping to swim back to shore but the blob underneath him got him by the foot with its jellied tentacles and pulled him down consuming him feet and legs first and torso at the end swallowing him with no mercy, gasping for air desperately with no luck. Once inside he found himself in a dank courtroom falling behind on the long line waiting to be judged and sentenced by a supreme court... He paniced passivly on the inside as he saw how people up front were being shown no mercy, knowing that by the time he would get there, he´d end up running with the same luck. His number was up, he looked directly into the judge´s face and waited for the verdict, his eyes red as fire showed him his destiny to be... the city had caught up with him. ..