Sunday, February 28, 2010
There’s a Chevy S-10 crashed through the corner of a green rubberized cyclone fence that was rusting away through its chipped green rubber coating. There’s a little Chihuahua running around the truck, yapping victoriously at it, like he just kicked its ass. Quickly approaching cop lights and sirens light up the early dawn, amplifying the morning’s redness. Everything is a strawberry burn. Everybody is defeated and going to work.