Just tonight at 11:40 PM, as I was driving in from los angeles, I came upon a car wreck.
I gave the befuddled cholo drivers -- pain on their young gangly faces -- my large safety flashlight with the huge beam and directed that they guide the cars on the off-ramp 'round their demolished 'space ship car ' ...
They'd merely gone around the off-ramp curve *WAY* *Too* Fast* on this 6/22 solstice full-moon eclipse *&* QUITE totaled its hood. They'd been driving one of those modified Chevy jobs with raised front end ... very cholo, very 22-year-old-boy-with-shaved-head-kind-of-cars.
Whoo boy
!
Looking at their crunkled crinkled chevy, it appeared as if this home boy car is one which will never be driven again.
crunkled crinkled * drunken wrinkled
chevy dead
you killed da chevy
star of wonder,* star of might
Fortunately, no injuries; and there they stood, five thin, mexican, extremely short haired & quite coyote-like
tough guys just in a total-muddle (& huddle) 'round their car, looking for all the world like they'd scheduled some weird sort of PTA meeting on the midnight off-ramp as a prank practical joke.
hardy har har
The car was steaming a bit and you could just SEE by their postures that no one was hurt, though the vehicle was quite a mess.
what to do ? broken glass
no triple A
out of gas
lost
stuck
&
drunken corner
whiplash stranded!
shining
shining
shining
shining
you totaled it, dude!
And like
young tough studs that
they are, they're standing around looking a bit, well, LOST, with that tough guy laconic air that gang members often have. I'm COOL
, I always stand 'round here at midnight on the off-ramp with my homies having a late night meeting!
where are the chicks?
more beer?
who totaled the car?
My radio station was playing a Baroque section, a lighthearted chirpy selection, with birdlike tweetle-dee-dee-recorders & flutes and oboes, la-Dee-DA, very hopping sparrow-like, chirp! chirp!, which made the irony
all the more delicious..
tweetle-TWEE-tweet
!
They took the flashlight, with its large beam already on by me, & thanked me with quite some amazement. But not too enthusiastic, you know, very cool & testosterone, very LAID BACK, yet astonished nonetheless, as I clearly wasn't cool in my 87 toyota tercel.
gringo not cool
The cars continued to rapidly congest further back at the entrance to this off-ramp with all its broken glass. And the homies began to direct the traffic with my large honkin' flashlight, finding a purpose to their midnight mass. All by the light of the Solstice moon ....... shine it on.
shine on, shine on solstice moon
for me and my homies
Even at this late hour, befuddlement
and
intoxicated puddlement, foolish moon & quite late Friday night -- almost the still of midnight's hour, there's far too much traffic. Always in a HURRY. I'll simply replace the very large quite square emergency flashlight at home depot. A small contribution to the 'KALI' energy at this explosive Kali Yuga time, wouldn't you agree?--suicide bombers & all--when this world is wearing cranky pants, and everyone's in
such a hurry to Get Explosive, to go around the curves too harshly & so very quickly.
too flippin'quickly
My rabbi, Wolli, says that they should be called
murderer bombers, and if you say it as fast as possible, even faster than drunken cholos going around a midnight off-ramp curve,
five times
, as fast as you can,
it's an impossible tongue twister:
murderer bombers
murderer bombers
murderer bombers
murderer bombers
murderer bombers
say it fast
then look for your inner flashlight
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