Photo by Johnny Northside
Besides booze, booze and yet more booze, one finds...
...CD's, including plenty of "boot leg" CD's with the titles written in Sharpie Marker. Somehow I find a sense of justice in some of the bootlegging. I mean, some musician records lyrics about how he's such a "gangsta," doesn't live by the rules, etc., and what happens?
Somebody bootlegs his CD and sells it for a buck or two in front of a strip mall.
Well, hey, he's a "gangsta," so what can he expect? People charging the stuff on the MasterCard at WalMart? I think not!
Note, also, latex glove of the kind used by the police during searches and, my personal favorite, a Baby Boomer Trivial Pursuit Card.
I find these cards LITTERING MY WHOLE BLOCK FROM ONE END TO THE OTHER. I'm always reaching down to pick up another piece of Trivial Pursuit litter. Sometimes I read the questions and quiz myself.
Q: What's Jughead's last name?
(Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?)
A: Jones.
OK, this one is easy.
Q: Who was the youngest of the Jackson Five?
A: Michael. Duh!
It's as simple as ABC, One Two Three!
One day I found the empty Baby Boomer Trivial Pursuit box in the leaf litter behind Phil Kleindl's garage (the one the crack heads stole the tool boxes from) while I was dragging pieces of brush from vacant houses to the brush pile by the future site of the eco-village, to clean up my block. And there it was.
Did my eyes deceive me? No! I found it. The card box. THE SOURCE!
I felt just like that character in "Queen of the Damned"who finally comes upon the Mother Of All Vampires. There it was. The foul coffin which spawned the little papery bats FLYING ALL OVER MY BLOCK.
Huh. OK, so why the heck was a box of Baby Boomer Trivial Pursuit Cards dumped behind Phil Kleindl's garage?
That one I'll probably never solve. But I've made some serious headway on the litter.
Being the amazing, true-to-life adventures and (very likely) misadventures of a writer who seeks to take his education, activism and seemingly boundless energy to North Minneapolis, (NoMi) to help with a process of turning a rapidly revitalizing neighborhood into something approaching Urban Utopia. I am here to be near my child. From 02/08 to 06/15 this blog pushed free speech to the envelope, so others could take heart and speak unafraid. Email me at hoffjohnw@gmail.com
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