The Jihad Boys dropped bombs on the fourth of July. Big fucking crackers that shook the air and exploded close by the house. We were stoic though and no one moved from their positions around the fire. We lit a joint and then two. Beer and wine to see us through the invasion. It is still going on, explosions rip the hood daily but we will not give in. Millie is unafraid, she isn't bothered by the bombs yet knows to stay close.
Daddy removed the dead tree and now for the others. The Great Horned Owl will soon poop. The Great Horned Owl with its camera brain can locate far better than the Jihad Boys and soon, the Italian cypress will wither with owl poop.
Come and get us Jihad Party Boys. We're waiting.
Stories from living in Los Angeles
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