we went up to my old neighborhood to sell a box of compact discs. the construction stuns. we curse the people driving like no tomorrow and admire the graffiti. so many new facets begging the displaced people for their art. the tents along the highway. the old neighborhood doesn't traumatize me anymore. the record store is in the resale store where i worked. now it has a good vibe which had vanished for me before the store. 

and my honey leaf hopper lulu was soul sweet but that's a given thing.