after speaking with a woman wearing this well ironed khaki shirt and pants, wearing a hat and driving this scary white truck – off we went. i was in the car. thankfully, not in the truck. was i scared? you bet, but i felt like things were moving in the right direction, at least i was off the street….a second chance perhaps?
i was just hoping for some help, but they just kept driving by. it started with a bowl of water and then some kind folks came over to say hello. kept asking me what happened. i could not remember. they seemed almost as scared as i was. thankfully, we all worked it out.
under a car in east los angeles
Me and my best friend, Cuba. I miss her dearly.
