back from mexico
i'm BACK on the BLOCK
rockin' it second street style; a joint, a beer, and an afternoon that was supposed to be productive turning into blog-reading and zoning-out time.
and i was thinking about moving away from this... how could i ever abandon 2nd street?
mexico meant being almost constantly surrounded by people.
people who speak a different language.
people who constantly feed you heavy food.
constant exhaustion.
more intensity: teaching english to middle schoolers at a shittypublic high school.
spending a lot of time playing with children at a temporary shelter, where kids are brought when removed from fucked up homes.
whenever i hung out with them i had to force myself not to think about where they came from.
it was warm, 15 hrs south of here (surprise surprise). we visited the beach four time; amazing.
i need to live near the ocean for a while this summer. i also want to learn more spanish. i'm thinking guatemala.
the roots are playing right now on my computer. i'm going to san francisco on tuesday and they're gonna be playing there when i'm there. i'm going to try to get in.
so i'm stoned and zoned out and a lot of really intense things have been happening to me and running through my mind constantly but i don't feel like i can get it on the page.