Sunday, August 29, 2010

Vortex of Sloppy Confusion: 29th Street and Arctic Avenue


The road's all covered with sand and dirt - so thick you can't ride a bike on it.  I don't see any "No Trespassing" signs, so I'm goin' in...


Pumps and tubes and plastic poles and valves plopped all around...


There's a loud, chuggling pump sucking water from somewhere underground...


...and dumping it in down an open manhole.  No.  "Manhole" sounds gross.  It's a sewer drain or some sort of drainage pipe.  The gravel has been stained with rust...never seen that before...gross...


Should someone be around?  Guarding it?  Supervising?   I mean, I could just puncture the tube and leave...


I could tip that portable toilet over.  What if Bruce Thompson's in it right NOW?  Nobody's around.  Anywhere.  If somebody saw something from one of those condos, and called the cops, I'd be long gone by the time they arrived.  Hey, who am I kidding, those condos are half empty and people don't look out windows anymore...


Naw...I better not do anything.  I'll just head down to the beach, buy a Big-Gulp and a beer, go around back of the 7-Eleven, dump out the Big-Gulp, tilt the cup, and pour the beer in.  The sun's getting low and I want to watch the dolphins dance.  Plus, all this water splashing noise made me have to pee.  

(Well, it looks like all the mess is for this or this.  You know, the whole Laskin Road area redevelopment chaos.  Shoulda known.)