The Hood

It was active today. The terrorists in the alley moved in another set of terrorists. The old terrorist moved out over the weekend and then a new moving van showed up today in the late afternoon and moved in new ones.

I'm not kidding. Some idiot on his cell phone was talking in the alley right behind our bushes. Probably because it's a green zone because of the bushes. They don't have any. I now know why they call it the Green Zone in Iraq . Because it's green there. I guess? I mean why go two houses down to have a god-damn cell phone conversation in Middle Eastern dialect if you don't like talking where it's green. They don't have green at the compound at the third house in the alley, they have Baghdad brown. A kind of brown, it's mixed with a lot of other shit but basically your bark colors over cement and stucco.

I'm not a xenophobic, actually I like the mix. But yelling in your fucking cell phone while chamber music is being played in a beautiful garden, beloved and with the pleasantries of tea and paper is pretty fucking barbaric. Go to your own fucking shit-hole and yell in your phone ass-hole.

Okay, that noted, it was a really swell day. Although I bought too expensive meat and fish from two guys peddling from a frozen food truck. I mean I paid. BIG. What the fuck was I thinking of when I did this!!!.

If you want a good steak, call me. We'll get hammered and I'll try to grill you a steak on the barbie while I think what it cost per pound but only after the second martini. Please let me drink two before I run this over again in my brain.