This morning, I was stuck in traffic on the 60, and while sitting there, trying not to cuss at everyone and their brothers, I started looking around at the people in other cars. There was a black guy two lanes over in an old Chevrolet Impala, not one part of that car was painted the same color, but, I could see he was dressed immaculately, probably on the way to work. There were about ten Chicanos in a truck right next to me, and their music was very loud, and they were all smiling and laughing about something. I turned down the volume of my Cure cd to listen to their music. I don't know what the song was about, but I liked it. I saw a white woman in a Honda ahead of me, putting on her makeup in the rearview, she kept making funny faces, I laughed. The sun started coming up, shining on the palm trees, and the cool breeze was blowing thru my car, I'm listening to Chicano music, watching a white woman make faces and wishing I could dress as nice as the black guy. I love people. Do you?
2007-09-11
04:23:13
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