Street Antics
Tonight I drove home from seeing Chronicles of Narnia and exited Knox/Henderson Street off of 75, and found the most shocking thing. The entire street had been stripped to the base, which is the ridged concrete portion underneath the mat, or asphalt. This means that Knox street is being repaved.
I'm certain the fact that Knox/Henderson Street is being repaved, instead of a street in need of it, has nothing to do with the high priced clubs and resturaunts, often frequented by the "high society" city ilk, all being located in the area East of where it intersects with HWY 75.
The street near my own home, Matilda, that runs parallel to Greenville, is in such poor condition that cars have been swallowed whole into the Earth on it. I recently visited one of the underground cities of gutted cars, all converted into homes, and asked some of the forgotten Dallasites now residing below Matilda Street what they thought of our fine Mayor's preference in street for "Pothole Prevention". One woman, a stay-at-home soccer mom in her former life in the above world by the name of Stacey Denver, had this to say:
"Who's Laura Miller?"
I thought about it for a moment, and then echoed her question in my own mind. Who really is Laura Miller? An innocent pawn in a larger game of power and politics, or Dallas's own Queen of the Damned? Rice-ism's aside, in the eyes of everyone in this city who makes less than fifty thousand dollars a year, she's a whore-bitch-cunt-slut.
And that's being nice. Really nice. I didn't even include the new words some of the Mexican families have come up with for her.
That's right, new words. They actually made more Spanish up, because they're entire language didn't contain an insult cosmically damning enough to really fill out the evilness of her evilitude.
As I left the colony of cars, stepping between clusters of salvaged truck engines used as generators for their city power grid, I wondered if anyone on Knox/Henderson even knew that they were getting better public utilities and maintenance simply because of the downhill roll of the gold coins falling from the plastic spires of Dallas's elite.
I wondered if they'd even care.
-Sean
I'm certain the fact that Knox/Henderson Street is being repaved, instead of a street in need of it, has nothing to do with the high priced clubs and resturaunts, often frequented by the "high society" city ilk, all being located in the area East of where it intersects with HWY 75.
The street near my own home, Matilda, that runs parallel to Greenville, is in such poor condition that cars have been swallowed whole into the Earth on it. I recently visited one of the underground cities of gutted cars, all converted into homes, and asked some of the forgotten Dallasites now residing below Matilda Street what they thought of our fine Mayor's preference in street for "Pothole Prevention". One woman, a stay-at-home soccer mom in her former life in the above world by the name of Stacey Denver, had this to say:
"Who's Laura Miller?"
I thought about it for a moment, and then echoed her question in my own mind. Who really is Laura Miller? An innocent pawn in a larger game of power and politics, or Dallas's own Queen of the Damned? Rice-ism's aside, in the eyes of everyone in this city who makes less than fifty thousand dollars a year, she's a whore-bitch-cunt-slut.
And that's being nice. Really nice. I didn't even include the new words some of the Mexican families have come up with for her.
That's right, new words. They actually made more Spanish up, because they're entire language didn't contain an insult cosmically damning enough to really fill out the evilness of her evilitude.
As I left the colony of cars, stepping between clusters of salvaged truck engines used as generators for their city power grid, I wondered if anyone on Knox/Henderson even knew that they were getting better public utilities and maintenance simply because of the downhill roll of the gold coins falling from the plastic spires of Dallas's elite.
I wondered if they'd even care.
-Sean