All the fame
OMG WARHOL can I be your next date?
The funniest thing about this was that Robert Reynolds guy who owns a studio in the old bank district liked it. I mean, it’s fucking chalk
All the fame
Audre Lorde. Spent a lot of last night reading her poems & suddenly everything was intimate again.
Two nights ago I was waiting at the train station for my friends for art walk. A drunk old man who had apparently pissed his pants was standing in the track trying to kill himself I guess. He said his legs wouldn’t move. So this Asian guy and me run and pull him out, without really thinking about it. The old drunk man was extremely disoriented. We had him sit down and questioned him a bit, just regular “Who are you? Do you have family?” stuff you know. His clothes & shoes were too nice for him to be homeless, but the only things he had on him were some disposable razors, a sample tube of toothpaste, and a dead outdated cell. He told us he was diabetic and hadn’t had his insulin shots in a long time. I gave him a pumpkin spice cupcake I had, and some almonds so he could sober up a bit. After a while he told us his name was James Douglas, and that he flew helicopters in Vietnam during the war. Said “I brought 316 men to their death. I delivered them.” Asian guy introduces himself as Chris and tells James he can get help at the VFW. James shakes his head no, there’s no helping me. It’s over.
From that point on we reach the intercom and call for help. I stare at James Douglas for a bit. His skin looked so worn, eyes tired with frazzled gray hair on his head and face. He had the loneliest blue eyes I’d ever seen. During our semi-interrogation, I asked him “Do you have family? A friend? Someone out there must love you.” He looked me straight in the eye and said “No one loves me” with the quietest conviction I’ve experienced.
I ended up getting drunk on whiskey and having a good time that night. But I thought about him the next day. And today too, I guess. I was wrong to assume someone loved him. That was cruel of me. I wish I could apologize for that. I don’t know if I did help him by preventing him from killing himself or calling for help. I hope I did. But then again, my life goes on and he still has to face that struggle. I sincerely hope it’s one he overcomes. As well as hoping I am fortunate enough to avoid that type of loneliness.
Well, that’s the end of this post. Thanks.
east los cemetery
Down the street from my grandma’s house. East Los used to be mostly Jews, Armenians, Chinese, and Japanese people until us Mexicans became dominant. Or until they relocated after becoming more prosperous I guess. Very few of these graves have Hispanic names