This April has been the strangest one I have experienced in my eighteen years as a resident here. One day its seventy degrees the next day a cold bitter wind is biting my nose off and I am bundled to the T.
Despite the weird weather Spring is officially here and with that the advent of soccer, sitting in the sun sipping on Pabst or Sierra Nevada (by the way, what's up with Summerfest this year? Its a little bland), Thursday night Farmers Markets and middle class rock in central park, oh excuse me I mean the Plaza. Not to mention BBQ's, too much homework, allergies, SoCal girls with bad fake tans, the constant hum of skateboard wheels on the sidewalks, and that fabulous scent of jasmine everywhere you go.
We live in this little haven of time suckage, ease, privilege, and awesomeness. Though sometimes, in summer, it may seem like hell has escaped from the depths and possessed our lovely little town and the only means of survival is the river or being wasted. Though "real" jobs are hard to find there is always work to be had on the down low in that not-so-secret market that funds our little community. And though rent prices are too high, we love this little niche in this asshole of a country.
If you hear anyone today complain about not having anyting to do in this town but drink and smoke pot tell them to shut up and look around. There is so much to do that you have to either force yourself to attend each event for only ten minute or give up on making it to them all. The fact that I close tonight helps me limit my options and makes my path clear: the shankers and Candy Apple at Duffy's then on to Donnie Darko at the El Rey. See you all about and have a wonderful night. I look forward to any stories of tonight that might be posted tomorrow.
yours truly, TalulaRuth black
