Snow!

We got pummeled this December with record snow fall. I forget what the total inch count was, but it twas Christmas card worthy. The weather and my sketchy tires made a good excuse to work out of the local office instead of the usual commute to Kennewick. The streets were covered. City employees could not keep up with shoveling the side walks. The wall of snow at crosswalks made apparent where they gave up. That week I took every break (not something I usually do) to just walk around down town Walla Walla. The snow was a real hassle for everyone, yet every pedestrian I passed going to the record store or the coffee shop smiled at me. It wasn't the usual smile you give a passerby. It said "This weather is crazy, huh?" And all the sudden it felt like we were all in something together... kind of like camping out.
Oh yah, and the snow made for some sweet donut/brodie/spin outs.


Favorite spin out spots:
1. Field next to the University gym.
2. Village Church parking lot.
3. Corner of 6th St. and Larch.
4. Wherever blind orphans and puppies congregate.
5. Wherever.

S street gang

Whats the best kind of gang? The gang you don't know is a gang. The kind you never see coming. Example: Sesame Street.
They seem so innocent, doesn't it? Careful, you or your child could wake up on the street turning tricks for crack in Grover's apartment. Don't believe me? Let's review the facts:
Angry, lethargic Oscar living in the trash talking to worms (heroin).
Cookie Monster has no control over his addiction (coke cookies).
Elmo is on some kind of upper and wants you to tickle him (jail house bitch).
And the Count is just a cold blooded G. "One cap in your ass. Ha ah ah! Two caps in your ass. Ha ah ah!"
Its a tight operation they run, and they're always recruiting. "Come on kids, come on down to Sesame Street."

Fact and fantasy

I hear some fantastic stories over the phone at work: people slipping meth to elders in their breakfast, someone held hostage in a squalid bedroom, trailer park theives... the list goes on. Thing is, so far they're never true. Real life just isn't that crazy. At least not for those who you think would encounter it.
I call the police and let them know what was reported to me. They check it out and call back. "Nope. Everything was fine. No one was held hostage. They could use some psych meds though."