@ohpipedown.bsky.social

One small rock a day. I am The Blue Hen.

Unless college kid is making them for his whole dorm, homie is eating burritos for 12 days in a row or throwing out those tortillas.

I will have more to say about the gentrification of this neighborhood later. But, for now let me say a surf instructor in a truck with a leather interior picked up my neighbor twenty miles from the beach to give her long board instruction. He asked where they should get coffee and she said, no idea.

Once in a while, when people are determined not to see what’s in front of them, I think about hanging out w/ my friends Cecil & Jazz in a weedy backyard, how the three of us were smiling, slingshots in hand. We were surrounded by broken glass when Cecil said, “Why don’t girls like to break things?”