STREET CLOTHES
There were clothes all over the city—shirts and pants and dirty socks—all over the sidewalks and underneath the little bushes and hanging from tree branches—somehow lying flattened in the turn lanes of the busy streets. I don’t know why—or whose clothes they were or how long they’d been left to decompose in the California sun—but that’s the first thing I noticed about Oakland—dirty laundry all over the place... (Click to read more on 𝕏)
CHIP GOES TO REHAB
I first saw her in the hallway while I was polishing the floors. I was a janitor at Los Angeles Community College—working the night shift so I usually didn't see other people—not a bad job for a guy like me. I actually kind of miss it.
I had this ritual at the end of each night—after I got done wiping down the windows and scrubbing the toilets—I'd go up to the roof and... (Click to read more on 𝕏)