I'm a
goddamn American and don't you forget it!
I work, you bet, but first I drop my truck
off for a tie rod fix!
That's how we do it in the USA! Fuck
you! It's expensive, but what isn't? Life
is what you're willing to pay for.
This used to be a carwash, now it's
seating for a taco truck. And they say
there's no such thing as progress!
After dropping Taco
off at Les Schwab (pronounced Lay Swob), it
was a short pleasant walk back to SFI.
From Ballard Bridge onramp I saw a sketchy
dude pissing behind a dumpster but he didn't
see me.
Pono
Ranch reminded me of Hawaii (because pono,
duh) and I vowed to return and check it out
someday.
Midspan,
where the bridge trembles with passing
traffic, I looked down on passing sculls,
yacht, outboard runabout, and
all the graceful
chaos of a working port. It was a hot
day to be swabbing
a roof but that's what some were
doing.
After work, I visited "the
shipyard," a hidden niche where Old
Ballard still lives--derelict cars, shipping
container
palaces, metal foundry, secret museums, and
one silly
pitbull catching embers like
snowflakes on his tongue.
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