JOURNAL:
Tomorrow there will be a little puppy staying with me at home (hopefully) and he will be cute and sweet and occupy my time while I get used to not having the ex around at all.....
He is staying away from me. And I am glad he is because if one of us can do it he can. The only way we are going to be able to move on is separate. For a little while, like a few months at least. On second thought, maybe 5 or 6.
Now a change of subject to my fear personified in a human occurance.
Does anyone know what a BUM FIGHT is?
Now, some of you may be fans of the underground DVD series, consisting of two - soon to be released - three DVD/VHS editions of this reality "real tv" gone into the wrong end of the law's hands. People anonamously pay two bums (and fill them with liquor) to pummel each other into bloody pulps. Great huh? You scoff and laugh, and I did too when I saw the infomercial ad on tv late at night on cable. But an actual fight occurred right outside my front door... and I did not like it. AT ALL.
I grew up in Venice all my good wonderful years of life. The years I did not live here were unhappy anyway, I have always found solace in leaning against my open kitchen door and starring off into space at the palm trees, sun, and endless blue sky. Last night I lost that comfort, and I nervously lock all my windows and doors today and will until I move....
It was about 12:30 at night, my roomie and I were chilling and calming down to bed when we hear someone cussing and carring on (one person mind you) outside. Now, I am on the second floor of my apartment building so we leave our screens locked but doors open a whole lot, esp. without A/C units here by the beach. So we hear it, look down and just casually excuse the bum walking by; we do not see it too often and, hey, it IS Venice. 5 minutes later I hear a group of voices and the comotion outside in the street. Perhaps now is when I tell you all I live on Venice Blvd & Lincoln Blvd in the heart of Venice; my apartment literally overlooks the intersection - so I had a great view. Great.
We look outside. There is a crowd gathering of people (that is when I knew it had to be somewhat organized since it was Sunday night) and I hear someone yell very clearly above the pandamonium, "BUM FIGHT, BUM FIGHT!!", cheers and yells, screams and cursing, some frightening sound effects. Ambulence, fire truck or three, some cop cars, and lots of noise until 1:30 while I cuddle on my own, no phone to call people (lost it while drunk over the weekend), and no one to tell me things would be okay while I scurried to lock doors and windows.
This is where my faith in humanity stops. And I want to run away to a better place like Brentwood; white flight at its best I guess.
THE EPHITAPH OF VENICE, THE LAST QUEEN OF BOHEMIA ON THE BEACH
My town has now been scarred and a jagged slice in ripped into her flesh. As so holds her gushing side as she looks in disgust and tear-filled eyes at the offender: the Almighty Dollar.
And that is what America has come to. Capitalism and Democracy at its finest.
::the angel wipes a single tear from her cheek::
I am embarassed to be an American, and I am saddened that I too am fleeing up the coast soon enough to Malibu to escape the declining economy's effect on my community.
I mourn her gash, and cry since I do not have the power to heal her wound.
A happy beach bum filled community of potheads, surfers, locals, and a cute 22-year old native who used to feel confident walking to and from her car at any hour on her streets she has knows since 1987. I mourn the beginning of the end of my Venice.
A moment of silence,
~ the angel*
Tomorrow there will be a little puppy staying with me at home (hopefully) and he will be cute and sweet and occupy my time while I get used to not having the ex around at all.....
He is staying away from me. And I am glad he is because if one of us can do it he can. The only way we are going to be able to move on is separate. For a little while, like a few months at least. On second thought, maybe 5 or 6.
Now a change of subject to my fear personified in a human occurance.
Does anyone know what a BUM FIGHT is?
Now, some of you may be fans of the underground DVD series, consisting of two - soon to be released - three DVD/VHS editions of this reality "real tv" gone into the wrong end of the law's hands. People anonamously pay two bums (and fill them with liquor) to pummel each other into bloody pulps. Great huh? You scoff and laugh, and I did too when I saw the infomercial ad on tv late at night on cable. But an actual fight occurred right outside my front door... and I did not like it. AT ALL.
I grew up in Venice all my good wonderful years of life. The years I did not live here were unhappy anyway, I have always found solace in leaning against my open kitchen door and starring off into space at the palm trees, sun, and endless blue sky. Last night I lost that comfort, and I nervously lock all my windows and doors today and will until I move....
It was about 12:30 at night, my roomie and I were chilling and calming down to bed when we hear someone cussing and carring on (one person mind you) outside. Now, I am on the second floor of my apartment building so we leave our screens locked but doors open a whole lot, esp. without A/C units here by the beach. So we hear it, look down and just casually excuse the bum walking by; we do not see it too often and, hey, it IS Venice. 5 minutes later I hear a group of voices and the comotion outside in the street. Perhaps now is when I tell you all I live on Venice Blvd & Lincoln Blvd in the heart of Venice; my apartment literally overlooks the intersection - so I had a great view. Great.
We look outside. There is a crowd gathering of people (that is when I knew it had to be somewhat organized since it was Sunday night) and I hear someone yell very clearly above the pandamonium, "BUM FIGHT, BUM FIGHT!!", cheers and yells, screams and cursing, some frightening sound effects. Ambulence, fire truck or three, some cop cars, and lots of noise until 1:30 while I cuddle on my own, no phone to call people (lost it while drunk over the weekend), and no one to tell me things would be okay while I scurried to lock doors and windows.
This is where my faith in humanity stops. And I want to run away to a better place like Brentwood; white flight at its best I guess.
THE EPHITAPH OF VENICE, THE LAST QUEEN OF BOHEMIA ON THE BEACH
My town has now been scarred and a jagged slice in ripped into her flesh. As so holds her gushing side as she looks in disgust and tear-filled eyes at the offender: the Almighty Dollar.
And that is what America has come to. Capitalism and Democracy at its finest.
::the angel wipes a single tear from her cheek::
I am embarassed to be an American, and I am saddened that I too am fleeing up the coast soon enough to Malibu to escape the declining economy's effect on my community.
I mourn her gash, and cry since I do not have the power to heal her wound.
A happy beach bum filled community of potheads, surfers, locals, and a cute 22-year old native who used to feel confident walking to and from her car at any hour on her streets she has knows since 1987. I mourn the beginning of the end of my Venice.
A moment of silence,
~ the angel*
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
I have not had play in 2 weeks, and I am a hottie.
Where is the justice in the world?" -Angel0Diablo
Yes, you are a hottie. Fortunately, the lack of play injustice is generally easily fixable for hotties.
Capitalism's finest is a fairly low bar. The Bum Fights are a proper metaphor for much of capitalist society.
Anyway, great profile. You are rad.
Oh and as you already know...I do not agree with your political views..and that is cool and all...but the effects on the economy are due to what is called "Lag Time" :The time between the occurrence of a phenomenon and its resulting effect.: Meaning all the economic shit that is going on now is a direct effect of what Clinton did during his terms in office...that is just the way shit works and yes the economy was good during his administration because of Bush senior....I am all for capitalism...with out it there would be no jobs and with out jobs there would be no economic growth...sorry but that is just the way I feel...Have a graet day...and stay away from that boy...some people are just toxic...