LongeCity - Friday On The Margins Of America

I came to the mall on Friday afternoon, the first day of the new iPhone. The traffic was backed up on the freeway for thousands of feet from the mall exit. Wow. People in this area have created a thing where they line up on the shoulder of the freeway and inch forward. I went into Whole Foods but I saw that arrogant pot head guy who just hates me because I use a wheelchair (true). Then I saw two more people I have had bad experiences with. I felt bad. What's going on? I walked through the whole mall and ended up on the other side at McDonalds. I hardly ever go to McDonalds but I had just had it. I got a Frappe and a Big Mac. I had to sit near these teenage boys. There was a lot of swearing but then they started talking about how they and their friends escaped from the police on various occasions. I know what bullshit sounds like but this was not it. Something their friend was supposed to have done sounded real bad and was "probation violation." I wanted to alert the police but where I live, somehow the person you reported always seems to know it was you. Very little happens to them. I'm also very indentifiable. I sometimes used to try to help the police in a neighborhood watch sort of way but I'm not going down that road anymore if there's a risk to me. I looked at them on my way out just in case I would learn anything that at some point I could pass on the police in a safer way. I had gotten a couple of of unusual first names and specific locations from their conversation. I thought I was being subtle, but one of them looked right at me like he knew what I was thinking. He knew I heard everything they said. Outside the McDonalds I saw a marked police car. I just kept going. God will have to take care of this. I'm not him. Does walking away from something like this make you feel weird? Yes, it does. But the justice system here is that dysfunctional and they created this.

I got a Coke Zero which I never do. Lately I've been craving caffeine and chocolate. It's something to do with not sleeping through the night for a year and a half. Now I'm in the Apple store. I was going to stay away for the iPhone weekend but I didn't. There's plenty of space at the computers actually. The bouncer guy from the larger Apple store is here to control the iPhone purchasers. At the other store he makes you get off the computers after fifteen minutes. He greeted me cordially. Yeah, nice to see you too, Darth Vader.

Sunday around the same time:

I went to a special place downtown to pray. I left without praying because there was a large group of people there from a certain place that had really sticky energy like gypsies. They were there for an event. Even though it was a religious event, I've seen people from that part of the world steal finials from their own church during a church service; I've seen them steal people's stuff off the beach during their own church choir practice.

The one guy from the group that I talked to was perfectly pleasant. He was ecstatic to be attending a religious service in his own language--but--it's not a contradiction for some other people from this part of the world to pray and steal. Anthropologists used to call them "Janus-Faced."

I wasn't worried about them stealing but I didn't want to leave my car in a crowded garage with their cars. They would all have to leave shortly and I just didn't like the dark swirling energy. It was freaking me out. I just couldn't focus to pray and I had to make a decision so I left. I'm glad I'm learning to listen to energy and change plans, if need be.

I had some Chinese food. I got some duck buns and a rice cake for later. On my way out of the food court I was staring at the picture of Thai Iced Coffee. It looked so good. The elevator I was headed to was out of order but I found another. I came here to the computer store to go on the internet. Luckily, "Darth Vader" isn't here! I am going to get some fruit salads from the Japanese Food court.

Damn, Darth Vader's sister told me I have to get off the computer. Well, bye for now.

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