Part One is over 1200 words of backstory about how I arrived on Central Avenue one stunning day in February.
The Mister’s opinion was that it was not a good idea for me to stroll up and down Central Avenue. He said stuff that almost sounded like I was forbidden. He worried for my safety. He’s so silly; he should worry about my sarcasming.
I set out with Sadie. Two rebel bitches on a mission.
You wouldn’t believe how horrifying it was. As soon as I exited Bonnie Blue, I could hear the rapid shelling of a woodpecker and I seemed to be disturbing a flock of viciously passive chickadees. I heard a near constant din of some eerie multi-wheeled vehicles maneuvering in the distance. So they turned out to be skateboards, they could have been tanks, you don’t know, you weren’t there.
See for yourself.
Are you not terrified?
Almost immediately, I saw something that always scares me, but I steeled myself.
As expected, the sky darkened and ruined these pictures.
Still, I pressed on. Joey 5, Anxiety 0.
One of the scariest things about any city? Its public schools. Behold its alarmingly familiar facade.
I’d take straighter photos, but I don’t like to force conventional labels.
As a tribe of truly treacherous enemies passed, we had to take cover under this menacing, prickly tree.
Those who rushed past wore strange uniforms — black shiny clingy pants, brightly colored shoes, and puffy vests with an alarming emblem indicating they belong to some North Face gang. In a bizarre twist of fate, I was able to assuage their violent intent with my smile. Sadie didn’t handle the stress of the situation as well as I did, and well…Let’s just say I had to break out a small silver baggie.
I was enjoying these gorgeous homes when Sadie warned me that a leaf blower was about to devour us. Fortunately, her bark stopped that mean machine. In gratitude, Sadie tried to lick to death one of the tiny street urchins.
Ever forward we marched. (Phew, y’all, there was an incline!)
When one is in such a bad neighborhood one cannot avoid the eyesores of rehab. Such horrendous sights remind us of our own blessings. Or maybe they just remind us we want a new back porch light…
It wasn’t too long after this that I encountered yet another house of worship. I assume the locals need a lot of safe places to pray for their property values.
The longer we walked, the more ghastly the scenery became. Such decay. So much ruin.
As you can see, the natives often build their fortresses from stone, I presume to ward off frequent Nerf attacks.
Did you enjoy my walk down Central Avenue? Do you have a favorite door here today? Like I said in Part One, it’s really all about the numbers.
PS: I asked The Mister what DEFCON I was in here, and he indicated ‘One’ with his middle finger.
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