chou chope

ciudad de basura

there's no place like home,
there's no place like home,
there's no place like home...

dorothy was right, not even home is the same.

sorry, i've been so distant. it's not you, it's me. the waters are murky, the snakes are scaley and the grey skies are stretched as far as the eyes can see. i wonder, is venus in retrograde again? a person has to wonder.

as you might have read, weeks ago, i know, over at the GOC's, my mom is packing up and moving out of our home to go to ft. worth (elisson says it best though, "foat wuth"). she's lived in our house for over 30 years, so you can imagine how daunting the task. i went to htown last two weekends to help pack her up.

now i'm sure you can imagine selling your home of that many years to be a little tragic. ours especially, since i had the great fortune to grow up in a brady bunch neighborhood. the streets were all anchored by three schools , all primary, and back in the day, everybody walked. in fact, prior to driving days, when we went out at night, we walked around the neighborhood. that's all there was to do, so that's what we did.

anyways. those days are gone. long gone. home just isn't homey anymore. something catastrophic has hit htown, and it's rattled everything. a domino effect, i suppose.

in the last couple of weekends, i've seen a prostitute working the major street that borders my neighborhood. i saw countless filthy half dressed folks standing around scratching themselves alongside busy roads. i went to a fiesta grocery store very late and got whistled at buying a pint of milk, in the milk section. i took on my blind safety stare as i turned on auto pilot, counting minor children flipping the fuck out to the midnight mariachi music. it was just like matamoros, mexico's town square, in the middle of houston.

ya'll, i tried to conceal my disgust but i turned into a newsreporter, asking everyone i ran into what had happened to this great city. it suddenly sucks, what is it? the best answer came from my friend stephen friday night, "chou, it's no secret that houston took an enormous dump the day NOLA moved in."

no shit. is that it? i'm not sure. did ya'll hear about the other day without mexicans? it was memorial day. apparantly when americans don't work, you find hundreds of clueless mexicans wandering around town wondering why nobody picked them up. it was classic. i felt like honking my horn and saying, "happy day without mexicans! this is living!!" but i didn't.

truth be told, i really like mexicans. i know that sounds sarcastic, but it's true. i know many many great mexicans. and mexicans have been a part of houston since i don't know when, long before my time. nope. i think it's the basura we produce within these great states. the political stinkhole to our left, louisiana.

did ya'll know that the new orleans candidates advertised in houston because that's where a lot of their voters were? can you imagine? being invaded by a neighboring state, and then having to watch their inane politics play out in your very own backyard, a constant reminder of your trampled good will. is this gaza? i guess with the hiatus, i forgot to send my congratulations to mayor nagin. congrats ray, no one deserves it more than you. hey, and don't forget you left a lot of your shit in htown. shall we ship it to city hall? the superdome? just let us know.

damn, can someone photo shop the houston city limits sign with the "basura" sign taped on? i think that's all that's left to do. freaking dump heap. good luck houston, clutch city. you'll pull out of it, you always do. unfortunately, the stros and the rockets and especially the oilers wore me out years ago. my nerves are shot. good luck ya'll.

Update: frightening, i share a brain with yabu. you said it better in american dirtbag. well done, buddy.

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