25 July 2010

Everyone who isn't dead or in Nicaragua or in Washington or nice enough to indulge my mother at this SGI event in Long Beach that my mother made me fly down from San Francisco for. My sister made fried chicken and I felt like such brown trash sitting on the grass eating that and drinking Shasta.

These girls were so sweet. I met them after reading tarot cards in Dolores Park; they were having a yard sale-lemonade stand-bake sale-organic herb sale to raise money to visit their grandfather in Florida and we talked about bunny rabbits and hiking. They reminded me of when I was their age (8-10), I used to totally charm all the older punk kids and trade zines for lemonade when I had my own stand to raise money for a trip to Mexico.

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