2026-03-06
at the local taco truck
about midnight, just before.
but that was insane.
pull-up into the parking-lot alone. and u see. crackwhore. probably ask u for some change. her pimp. drug-dealer. right there next to her.
stop. park.
she's approaching. asking for money.
u salut her drug-dealer, looking right at him. (u recognize him, running some other woman some months before at the grocery store, his backpack on the sidewalk after what must have been an altercation). and he walks away somewhere into the shadows. tell the crackwhore u got no money, maybe after u pay.
mutter under your breath, "dumb bitch nigger-lover," just as another black passes u back to his car with his order from the taco truck as u go to order yours.
car full of indians or pakis. right in the middle of the line, just parked. sitting there in their car. what are they even doing here? (and not parked in the parking-lot instead, like everyone else). begins moving. trying to go forward. (right into u). u spit. they back-up and get out of there.
another random car in the parking-lot turns on its lights and peels-out with them.
asian in a lexus nearly runs u over pulling forward into an available parking spot. u note his plates, delirious with all the activity by now. he looks like he's about to cry, caught red-handed, about to confess all his sins.
the entire taco truck full of Mexican cooks pretending to be animated as u walk up. (u notice bc it must not have been animated before, all the activity in your peripheral now in order for u to notice).
but no tacos anymore. nvm this place. get out of here. (eventhough the whole place scurrying trying to get-away from u now, it seems, ever since u popped-up onto the scene some about 14 seconds ago).
but leaving now. peel-out the parking lot myself. right in front of a cop. (who also just happened to be passing by at that same time too).
whatever tf is going-on at that shake-joint.
but nvm. turn off onto a side street.
other taco-joint in town down the road the other way. empty. besides 2 blacks. detectives in plain clothes. chatting with the owner till u walk inside then one goes to piss and the other to sit down. staring at u staring at them the whole time till u leave. u recognize the one because he used to pretend to be a bum you'd see walking all round town a few years ago & there's no way he cleaned-up like that that quickly.
Mexican owner working the grill pretends not to recognize u—& your fluent mix of Spanish & Portuguese—& asks u in perfect English what you'd like.
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