Posted by Psilocybin at 11:45pm Apr 17 '09We had started pick-ups at Jolene's house, and Jolene was trying to get in the back while Kweisi was sitting in the back row. "Scxxt over", she said, and I growled.
Later Mon was talking about the new bra she had bought. She and the other ladies discussed cup sizes. La Netta said that her breasts "jxggle" in the wrong size bra.
"Rrrrrr!", I growled.
"Is that a word?", asked La Netta.
"Stupid stoplight!", I said. When the van was moving again, La Netta was talking with Rosa by now. When it finally cleared for me to speak, I said, "Yes, the word that rhymes with 'giggle' is a purge word."
"Did I really say that?", asked La Netta.
"He said the word that rhymes with 'giggle'," said Rosa.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"Don't you remember me talking about the J-word in the Pacific East Ranch Market?", I asked. "When the commercial came on?"
"Yeah, yeah. Now I remember."
We went to the restroom, where I purged. Jolene walked up to change herself. Then I told La Netta I had purged off the SC-word and the J-word.
"Who said the SC-word?", asked La Netta.
"Jolene did", I said.
I went into the restroom again where I had another nosebleed. Luckily I didn't get any on my clothes this time. By the time La Netta and Jolene came out, my nosebleed was over.
We all got into the van. Skipping Big Lots, we decided to drive to Raley's. La Netta drove down the road on El Cerrito, the one where she slows down after a steep slope.
She saw a police officer pull up and approach someone. That someone was she.
"Do you know what the speed limit is for this zone?", the cop asked.
"Yes I do, it's 25", said La Netta.
"And do you know how fast you were going?"
"Yes, I was going a little under 25."
"No, you were going 47", Piggy said.
"This man is a nut!", I said.
"A Silverado passed in front of you and you tried to pass that Silverado", said the cop. "You were going 25 then you sped up."
"I couldn't have been going 47", said La Netta.
"I clocked you and you were going at 47 miles per hour."
"No, I was looking at the speedometer and it said 25."
"I clocked you at 47."
"What an asshole", said Mon.
"Shhhh!", said Rosa, "Don't let the cop hear you swear!"
"I know the speed limit here," said La Netta. "I go here every day, and I always look at my speedometer because it's so easy to go over 25 since when you're rushing down that hill."
The cop asked her to show him her papers.
"He's a dickhead!", said Mon.
"Mon, don't swear in front of a cop", said Rosa.
Drops of blood fell from my nose to my shirt. "I'm bleeding again!", I yelled.
"Did you scratch yourself?", asked Rosa.
La Netta got out of the van.
"Don't get out!", the cop said.
"One of my clients has a nosebleed", said La Netta. "I need to get some paper towels from the back."
"OK."
La Netta walked to the trunk to retrieve a paper towel. She gave me the towel and Rosa told me to put my head back.
"La Netta was NOT going 47 miles per hour!", said Rosa.
"It's racial profiling", I said.
"This is a terrible day!", said Mon.
The unnamed cop looked over La Netta's license. "Well, it says here you drive for a living, so I'm just going to suck it up", he oinked.
La Netta got back in the van. "That racist pig!", I said.
"That cop is smoking weed!", said Mon.
"Then he can arrest himself!", I said.
"That cop was drunk!", said Ken.
"He probably was!"
"Just like Bush!"
"And he's as dumb as Bush, too. He's no good, just like Bush."
We discussed the racial implications of what had just happened.
"I didn't see the cop's face," I told La Netta. "What was his race?"
"He was White", said La Netta.
"Did you catch his surname from his nametag?"
"No, I didn't look. I should have written down his badge number."
We then went into Raley's, where La Netta took me to the frozen food aisle and I got a lasagna. We next stopped at Lee's Garden. Mon bought lunch there, with a $5 that Lita had given her, but I didn't buy anything because I had spent all my dollar bills at Raley's.
Rosa asked Mon where her receipt was.
"I didn't want a receipt", said Mon.
"Lita's going to need one", said Rosa. "Go back and show them what you ordered, and ask for one."
Mon went back in and got her meal.
"Stan Man got racially profiled", said Ken.
Next we ate lunch at Davis Park. La Netta gave me my pill.
They ate their lunches. Then I noticed a Styroeoam container with chow mein sticking out, still sitting on the bench. I was lunchless.
"Is everyone done eating?", I asked.
"Yes", said La Netta.
"All the food has been eaten?"
"What's up, James?" La Netta asked me "What's up?" She asks me this when I ask a question and she can tell I have an ulterior motive for asking it.
"I'm hungry!", I said.
"Well, I'll give you my lunch", she said. "I don't know how you're going to eat it; we just have plastic utensils here."
"That's OK. Just give it to me in its bag, and take the plastic silverware out. I'll eat it at home."
La Netta handed me the bag.
"Thank you, La Netta", I said.
"You're welcome", she replied.
"That cop was trying to get me to admit to something", she said.
"It's like what Ayyoon said about cops", I said: "They'll ask you a question again and again and again and again until you say yes."
"What about Sayun?", asked Ken.
"Sayun's English isn't good enough to make astute commentary on the American police."
"Sayun doesn't have much contact with the police", said Rosa.
That was one of the most racist things I had ever seen. Growing up in Moraga, there wasn't much discrimination against the Asians except for the usual "chink" and "jap" namecalling, and there were very few African-Americans. I didn't experience anti-Semitism, and the most real racism I saw came in the form of people staring at Arabs and Persians in bernouses. In Moraga there was more ageism than racism -- me (or the other kdis hanging out in Rheem Valley) being youth-profiled. This was something new.
Later Mon was talking about the new bra she had bought. She and the other ladies discussed cup sizes. La Netta said that her breasts "jxggle" in the wrong size bra.
"Rrrrrr!", I growled.
"Is that a word?", asked La Netta.
"Stupid stoplight!", I said. When the van was moving again, La Netta was talking with Rosa by now. When it finally cleared for me to speak, I said, "Yes, the word that rhymes with 'giggle' is a purge word."
"Did I really say that?", asked La Netta.
"He said the word that rhymes with 'giggle'," said Rosa.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"Don't you remember me talking about the J-word in the Pacific East Ranch Market?", I asked. "When the commercial came on?"
"Yeah, yeah. Now I remember."
We went to the restroom, where I purged. Jolene walked up to change herself. Then I told La Netta I had purged off the SC-word and the J-word.
"Who said the SC-word?", asked La Netta.
"Jolene did", I said.
I went into the restroom again where I had another nosebleed. Luckily I didn't get any on my clothes this time. By the time La Netta and Jolene came out, my nosebleed was over.
We all got into the van. Skipping Big Lots, we decided to drive to Raley's. La Netta drove down the road on El Cerrito, the one where she slows down after a steep slope.
She saw a police officer pull up and approach someone. That someone was she.
"Do you know what the speed limit is for this zone?", the cop asked.
"Yes I do, it's 25", said La Netta.
"And do you know how fast you were going?"
"Yes, I was going a little under 25."
"No, you were going 47", Piggy said.
"This man is a nut!", I said.
"A Silverado passed in front of you and you tried to pass that Silverado", said the cop. "You were going 25 then you sped up."
"I couldn't have been going 47", said La Netta.
"I clocked you and you were going at 47 miles per hour."
"No, I was looking at the speedometer and it said 25."
"I clocked you at 47."
"What an asshole", said Mon.
"Shhhh!", said Rosa, "Don't let the cop hear you swear!"
"I know the speed limit here," said La Netta. "I go here every day, and I always look at my speedometer because it's so easy to go over 25 since when you're rushing down that hill."
The cop asked her to show him her papers.
"He's a dickhead!", said Mon.
"Mon, don't swear in front of a cop", said Rosa.
Drops of blood fell from my nose to my shirt. "I'm bleeding again!", I yelled.
"Did you scratch yourself?", asked Rosa.
La Netta got out of the van.
"Don't get out!", the cop said.
"One of my clients has a nosebleed", said La Netta. "I need to get some paper towels from the back."
"OK."
La Netta walked to the trunk to retrieve a paper towel. She gave me the towel and Rosa told me to put my head back.
"La Netta was NOT going 47 miles per hour!", said Rosa.
"It's racial profiling", I said.
"This is a terrible day!", said Mon.
The unnamed cop looked over La Netta's license. "Well, it says here you drive for a living, so I'm just going to suck it up", he oinked.
La Netta got back in the van. "That racist pig!", I said.
"That cop is smoking weed!", said Mon.
"Then he can arrest himself!", I said.
"That cop was drunk!", said Ken.
"He probably was!"
"Just like Bush!"
"And he's as dumb as Bush, too. He's no good, just like Bush."
We discussed the racial implications of what had just happened.
"I didn't see the cop's face," I told La Netta. "What was his race?"
"He was White", said La Netta.
"Did you catch his surname from his nametag?"
"No, I didn't look. I should have written down his badge number."
We then went into Raley's, where La Netta took me to the frozen food aisle and I got a lasagna. We next stopped at Lee's Garden. Mon bought lunch there, with a $5 that Lita had given her, but I didn't buy anything because I had spent all my dollar bills at Raley's.
Rosa asked Mon where her receipt was.
"I didn't want a receipt", said Mon.
"Lita's going to need one", said Rosa. "Go back and show them what you ordered, and ask for one."
Mon went back in and got her meal.
"Stan Man got racially profiled", said Ken.
Next we ate lunch at Davis Park. La Netta gave me my pill.
They ate their lunches. Then I noticed a Styroeoam container with chow mein sticking out, still sitting on the bench. I was lunchless.
"Is everyone done eating?", I asked.
"Yes", said La Netta.
"All the food has been eaten?"
"What's up, James?" La Netta asked me "What's up?" She asks me this when I ask a question and she can tell I have an ulterior motive for asking it.
"I'm hungry!", I said.
"Well, I'll give you my lunch", she said. "I don't know how you're going to eat it; we just have plastic utensils here."
"That's OK. Just give it to me in its bag, and take the plastic silverware out. I'll eat it at home."
La Netta handed me the bag.
"Thank you, La Netta", I said.
"You're welcome", she replied.
"That cop was trying to get me to admit to something", she said.
"It's like what Ayyoon said about cops", I said: "They'll ask you a question again and again and again and again until you say yes."
"What about Sayun?", asked Ken.
"Sayun's English isn't good enough to make astute commentary on the American police."
"Sayun doesn't have much contact with the police", said Rosa.
That was one of the most racist things I had ever seen. Growing up in Moraga, there wasn't much discrimination against the Asians except for the usual "chink" and "jap" namecalling, and there were very few African-Americans. I didn't experience anti-Semitism, and the most real racism I saw came in the form of people staring at Arabs and Persians in bernouses. In Moraga there was more ageism than racism -- me (or the other kdis hanging out in Rheem Valley) being youth-profiled. This was something new.