Shanks and Dutchies
Ran out of ibuprofen last night and suffered intense infected tooth pangs (damned impacted wisdom teeth) all night long. Took 6 500 gram tylenols. That did nothing. Tried to sleep sitting up. That did nothing. Tried listening to everything from poppy soukous-y Magic System to swirly dark Lycia to take my mind off the agonized throbbings. That did nothing. Gargled with mouthwash and wandered around the dark apartment waiting for the lull. There'd be a pause in the pain and I'd plop under the covers only to be jarred upright after 10 minutes.
When the pain finally did start to subside to tolerable levels, it was 7:30am and I had to wake up to be ready for work at 9.
.......So yes. No sleep since yesterday morning.
Today we were working directly with The Dirty Truth, a grassroots response team dedicated to bringing awareness of the state of some of Atlanta's no-wealth/low income communities. Breaking off into groups of 4, we armed seventh graders with disposable cameras and asked them to document anything negative in the blocks surrounding their school that could affect their education. Dilapidated houses (often used as crack dens), and weed and trash infested empty lots. They went to it with gusto. Best photo: The homemade shank lying on the curb a few steps away from their school. [shank = 3 inch exacto knife razor with masking tape handle]. Afterwards we made our way to the nearby park where the Salvation Army was manning a cookout. I had a large freezee and a hotdog.
Afterwards I was dropped off by the Georgia Dome and walked into the city where i met a really friendly homeless cat with yellow-green eyes. Hung around the area until my friend Cees appeared off the greyhound bus and then we hoofed it to the solitary hostel in Atlanta where we talked of the olde days in Olde Country and he made me promise to call him so he could wake up for the hostel's continental breakfast.
He also brought me 10 packages of Javaanse Jongen Shaq. SO SMOOTH AND FRESH AND NOT ANCIENT LIKE AMERICAN ROLLING TOBACCO.
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My hair is growing faster on the back of my head. A nubian cowlick.
When the pain finally did start to subside to tolerable levels, it was 7:30am and I had to wake up to be ready for work at 9.
.......So yes. No sleep since yesterday morning.
Today we were working directly with The Dirty Truth, a grassroots response team dedicated to bringing awareness of the state of some of Atlanta's no-wealth/low income communities. Breaking off into groups of 4, we armed seventh graders with disposable cameras and asked them to document anything negative in the blocks surrounding their school that could affect their education. Dilapidated houses (often used as crack dens), and weed and trash infested empty lots. They went to it with gusto. Best photo: The homemade shank lying on the curb a few steps away from their school. [shank = 3 inch exacto knife razor with masking tape handle]. Afterwards we made our way to the nearby park where the Salvation Army was manning a cookout. I had a large freezee and a hotdog.
Afterwards I was dropped off by the Georgia Dome and walked into the city where i met a really friendly homeless cat with yellow-green eyes. Hung around the area until my friend Cees appeared off the greyhound bus and then we hoofed it to the solitary hostel in Atlanta where we talked of the olde days in Olde Country and he made me promise to call him so he could wake up for the hostel's continental breakfast.
He also brought me 10 packages of Javaanse Jongen Shaq. SO SMOOTH AND FRESH AND NOT ANCIENT LIKE AMERICAN ROLLING TOBACCO.
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My hair is growing faster on the back of my head. A nubian cowlick.