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I walked outside into a surreal haze today. The sounds of neighborhood parties/events echoed through the alley, like a tripped out fiesta. Salsa through my window, Bob Marley with some echoed out announcer down the block, followed by Fela. FELA!?! so loud, the echoing became more intense...hearing Fela float through my neighborhood as I walked with fall clothes on down the block, a child's voice on the mic over the music of the Nigerian James Brown -- revolutionary. Everything appeared to me, again, as if I were a child. It was all surreal and laughable. Clearly I was not awake. But I was.

More political discussions within earshot, intense voices... "I'm not pro-Empire, I'm pro-American Hegemony..." What the fuck?!?! Chose to stay out for once. Drank my coffee, smoked my cigarettes and took in the scene around me. The suburbanites, foreigners to my hood, talking loudly, lounging uncomfortably, making demands and disrupting the vibe. Nothing unusual.

My friend got crazy again. Flashed us in a restaurant. Took off her pants again. Dr. Jeckyl and Miss Hyde. I'd love a sip of her chemical imbalance, see what goes on in that dome of hers.

My other friend's daughter was heard in the background of our phone conversation, happily throwing her mother's money in the trash: "Why are you doing that? Mommy worked hard for that?" "Because it makes me happy!" Two year olds are brilliant. I am a two year old.