I live across the street from a police department. It’s their crime scene unit. I say “theirs” as though the people of Austin didn’t pay for it and the cops owned it independently of us. They have been sporadically blocking off the street to protect their little crime town. They sit in their squad cars and yell at people who approach the road block, trying to go home. Telling them they need to “Go around!!!” As if they could not have just put up a detour sign, saving their vocal chords. Sparing the nice people of my hood an unnecessary tongue lashing. Pointing would work too. Cops gotta flex, I guess. And that’s what I have been witnessing a lot of, flexing. Posturing. Low vibe shit. They line up city busses safely on the other side of the barriers. Load them up with cops covered in riot gear and head on down to the protests. Makes me want to go sunbathe in the parking lot blasting “don’t start no shit, there won’t be no shit”.. on repeat. But.. my pale gut is telling me to cool it. Those cops will be the untied shoelace of their own adventure. We’re all making calls, signing petitions and pushing to have them defunded. Cancel culture, alive and well. So yeah, times have been unsettling. I’ve missed a few posts and missed a few meals. I hate to admit it but I haven’t been eating much. My appetite is MIA. I’m doing my best.
Day 142: Cantaloupe, cucumber, cilantro, scallions and serranos with lime, coconut oil, fermented chili paste, fish sauce and sesame seeds. *breakfast from 6/1