Poor Bus 1,2,3.

So for the last three years I have lived in a quaint one bedroom house in the serene echo'd hills of Los Angeles, or rather the filty run down block of Bonnie Brae. I have over time gotten to know and really like all but two of my neighbors, and really it's only one I "don't like". The other is this shifty slothed eyed dimwit, who doesn't know any better but is always good for stirring up laughs from the rest of us less slothed eyed people. To the left of me lives a nice quite elderly couple that likes to garden do taxes and take long walks in the park. To the right of me lives Fidel the guy who was my cook at the Club I used to manage. He likes to lean on my fence and smoke cigarettes and have small talk although neither of us has any clue what the other is saying due to the language barrier. On his right lives 'Grandpa', the oldest guy on the block who has lived on the block since he was a kid. He's who you go to if you're having problems with say... not recieving your mail, gang fare, if someone is following you home at night. He is not who you go to if you need illegal weapons, no that's the house that sits kiddy corner to the right of my house. Yes, the infamous house that is repeatidly busted for their illegal goods. Sharp shooters all gracefully posed on my roof aiming their one eye of death upon these kind poor bastards. Across the street lives the old guy in the brown leather jacket and baseball cap who sits on his porch all day long sipping from his brown bags. He is married to the woman who waves at me alot and has a long dark braid that falls to her coccyx like a horse tail. She has an identical twin who also waves alot and spends her days across the street with the family, her husband is often found sipping on the porch as well altough he wears all white, from his cowboy boots to his cowboy hat. To their right lives the parrot lady. Often when my car is about to be towed I will find the parrot lady at my door in her flowered pajama's with the parrot on her shoulder telling me to "Run... save your car!". Which I do, then we drink coffee and smoke cigarette's while sitting in my car. At any given moment the chinese terettes lady will be seen pacing up and down the street screaming god knows what in her native language. At the end of my driveway sits the icecream truck who's music is so loud I can rarely have a phone converstion in my own house. Now here is where it goes sour, next to the gun club lives this old man whom the other day when I was backing into a parking spot he swooped in from behind in his oversized blue truck to take the spot I was in the process of parking in. His theory was, "My dog and weed wacker are right there... so it's my spot". Of course, how could I be so stupid if you leave things on the sidewalk next to open parking places obviously it is your reserved spot. That wasn't really what upset me I went, while laughing, and parked elsewhere. It was when I walked past him on the sidewalk(he was gathering up his dog and tool) and he said "white cunt" to me that set me off. All I could think was wait a couple a days buddy and it's gonna be a real bitch trying to get to work with four flat tires, which I never did it's just fun to act out in your brain. Now for the meat of this story....

The dimwit...

I am not exactly sure where the dimwit lives I only know what he does. In his good behavior you can find him skipping, six foot four 300lbs. and all, up and down and up and down and up and down the street.. for hours. I think about buying him a jumprope purely for my own benefit. On his bad behavior you can find him doing things like taking all you garbage throwing it all over your yard then rummaging through for I don't know what. If you appraoch him to ask what the hell he is doing he hisses like a rodent then scampers all hunched back in the opposite direction. I have often said he will never be complete until his eyes go a permanate beedy red. One morning I was awaken by the sound of clanging outside my bedroom window. When I pulled the curtain back I saw the dimwit there banging on the faucet where my hose is attached with a wrench. When he heard me open the front door he took off running, so I chased. We ended up behind old sippy and horse butt hairs house where he was rummaging though a box on their back porch. Old sippy followed me and was drunken giggling behind me as I laughed and asked dimwit what the hell he was doing... he just took off running to the next house. "Doing some neighborhood repairs" I smurked to sippy. We patted each other on the backs and I realized I was barefoot and in my pajama's so I went home. A while back I sat on my porch and watch the dimwit putting what seemed to be flyers on all the doorsteps and cars on the block. I walked out of my yard to the first car and removed the paper from under the wiper and this is what it read....


Jesus is Coming
July 7, 2005

Echo Park-8:00pm
DEGREE FOR SCHOOL FOR SCHOOL KiDS
WHiTE SEA BiRDS~OCEAN
COMiNG DOWN
BECAUSE THE GROUND GOiNG dOWN
AUG-THATS WHY JESUS COMiNG
3 THOUSANd BiRDS COMiNG FROM
THE OCEAN-ON MAY & JUNE- 2 MONTHS
BEFORE RETURN OF JESUS- FOR POOR
GiFTS FOR ALL- THAT SHOW UP~
RENT DOWN- POOR BUS 1,2.3.
_______________________________________
JESUS iS COMiNG-BA AVENIR
ECHO-PARK 800 dE LA NOCHE
3000 PASAROS BLANCO dE LA PLAYA
GAHOTA DE LA PLAYA- MAYO- JUNIO
PAPELS PARO LOS dE MEXICO
BAnADAR PARA LA GENTE quE
SE PORTAN biEN PARA TOdA
lA GENTE ASiSTA AL ECO PAR
EL diA. RENTA- POOR
ECHO PARK AVE & SUNSET L.A.
BUS- 1,2,3.

I've sat on this flyer for a month now not knowing exactly what it is I wanted to do with it. Then yesterday Big Sue and I were talking and I read him the "important memo", as my neighbors and I like to call it, and we started coming up with some ideas. First of all I am going to go to all the bakeries in town and get all their nightly toss out on July 6. I will then go and scatter the bread crumbs all over Echo park so the seagulls flock. Then I will have my Jesus looking friend come to the park, in Jesus garb, on the morn of the 7th. He will casually walk around with his arms out palms slightly upward, when anyone walks by he will offer them a gift if they will just climb on the poor bus(my friend has a bus for their band and I'm going to paint poor bus 2 on it and park it by the park). On the bus spider rings and kazoo's will be handed out to the poor, and of course the school kids will recieve their scholl degree's. Then I decided, to prepare people for the big day I will start making cardboard cutouts of poor bus 1,2,and 3 and many cardboard seagulls and I will, in the night, start distributing them around the neighborhood. I am under negotiations with some other people who want to be a part of the big day. I will keep everyone posted.