dangerbaby3000.livejournal.comWhenever it is particularly cold outside I start to think of all the homeless people in downtown L.A., over by where I work. There are quite a few, I think it's called "skid row". I wonder, 'are they used to the cold?' 'do they bundle together to share warmth?'
'where do they go to the bathroom?' and the like.
You know what scares me? Desert people. The ones who live in those crazy houses in the middle of fucking nowhere, with 3 to 5 rusted, dead cars scattered like corpses around their property, the ones who have some weird fort-looking thing built, with some door leading underground, the ones who kidnap you and keep you locked up in that underground, poking at you with sticks and feeding you live chickens, who call each other 'Ma', 'Pa', and their children who are married to each other have some relation to Leatherface and his happy little family. The ones who aren't really family but who knows where the fuck they came from so they just say "Uncle Jeb," "Daddy Joe," and weird shit like that. Did these people have normal childhoods? Did they just do too much coke one day and now they're perma-fries, can't remember who they are or where they came from or what they are, so they figure the more rusted cars and spare tires and random pieces of whatever they have will help them remember?
i'm going to move to the desert