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me gusta cilantro y beacon hill // 2002-08-15

this morning, i packed up some of the delicious brown rice salad gar made for dinner, picked a handful of blackberries from the lot next door, and walked to work down that windy road (holgate) that dumps into (yeah) the ID.

turning right on 6th avenue south takes me through 5 blocks of blue collar paradise. i was whistling kleenex/LiLiPUT's "die matrosen" and staring down truckers. the one who won was in his 50s, smoking, and wearing thick gold chains.

so yeah things are fucking great.

 ecce & homo