The hood was on full alert yesterday. Trash day and everybody wanted their trash removed pronto. Drag Queen, who knows her trash, had it ready and waiting. Proud of her ability to stuff every bit of trash in the dumpsters, she gloated and clapped when pick-up began. The Village Idiot, had a couch out and was, in his idiot way, trying to get the green trash people to take it. It isn't fucking green, Village Idiot. Drag Queen saw the dilemma I have with Village Idiot, she smiled and watched his fool antics in trying to get the green barrel people to take his stupid, flea ridden sofa.
Lady of the Forest, had two barrels of green from her trees. She had more but they only pick up what is in the barrel, something Village Idiot never learned. But trash day was chaotic and pick-up was untimely and upsetting to the barracks and to the palace next door.
Daddy had the lawn mowed and, what's more, watered. The crew had been there for an hour at least. It wasn't mowing so much as harvesting the wheat. Their grass had all gone to seed and really, I enjoyed the wildness of it. No screeching on the part of Mean Queen, though her car was parked there for a short while. Daddy won and Mean Queen has lost the battle of wills. She is preparing a fatwa on Daddy. A Jewish fatwa to kill Daddy but the Zionist Jihad Party Boys will have nothing to do with it. They have Drag Queen and she knows trash when she sees it and she sees plenty with the Party Boys and their skull caps and clap-clap songs.
The alley is clean, the palace is mowed and Drag Queen saved us by keeping the Party Boys happy with many bouncy butt flosser dances.
Stories from living in Los Angeles
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