I think we all see weird shit happen on the street when we are all alone and have no one to tell. The thing is, I’m alllllwaaaaays alone, and always wandering the damn street. So here’s the best one from this week.
Corner of Smith and Dean, across from Bar Tabac. A really cute little girl with long dark hair was leaning against a wall as her father tied her shoe. She had her face painted, presumably from some school fair, and she had a can of pink glitter in her hand. She was sort of waving it around. She then opened the can and poured it all over her very Latino, very much wearing a wife-beater and kaki Dickies, very tough looking dad and his shaved head. There was a moment where she seemed to realize the gravity of what she’d done, then he stood up, wiped what glitter he could off of himself, clenched his jaw hard, took her hand gently and kept walking. I would not have gotten out of that so easily with my dad.
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July 28, 2008 at 7:35 pm
bless you, rogers