I fought the war but the war won
Sunday, November 16th, 2008OMG, today was the weirdest day ever… and it’s not even done yet!
Today, I was determined to finish as much of my Outlaw Genres project as I could. I want to start arranging it and finalizing everything. So I let my niece talk me into driving in the dirt to get to this mountain behind our community in order to photograph pride. I’ve never really driven in dirt before, but I was like, “There’s no way we’re getting all the way to the top in my car.” I drive a Nissan, mind you. So we parked it at the bottom and hiked up.
It’s the kind of place where degenerates hang out. Graffiti on the walls, broken bottles and beer cans strewn about, evidences of fires everywhere. It made me sad. I’m such a nature person. To see it misused in that way breaks my heart. I took as many photos as I could. I’ll post them on Heaven or Las Vegas soon. The view was beautiful from up there. You could see all of Vegas from that vantage point. We didn’t stay long. I didn’t want to.
I got the shot though! So that wasn’t too bad.
My Spidey sense told me to check my tires when I got home. There is now a screw permanently embedded in my rear passenger-side tire. :/ Luckily I work early tomorrow, so I’m gonna jet to a Discount Tires on my way to school to get it patched up.
Of course, my dad got suspicious when he saw all the dirt on my tires. I didn’t out and out tell him we went to the mountain. I don’t think he would have approved, particularly because I took my nieces with me. :/
“My 4×4 doesn’t even go in the dirt! *guffawguffaw*” he says.
I bite back the retort that he doesn’t even use his truck the way its meant to. I think the truck is more of a status symbol for my dad. He’s always loved trucks. But he’s so paranoid about it getting messed up, he keeps it on city streets. We keep telling him it’s no fun to have a truck and not do things to it. But he’s a stubborn one.
I know that taking my nieces was a v. bad idea, but it was a snap decision. I’ve always wanted to visit that mountain. Now that my curiosity is sated, I’m never bringing my car near it again! lawlz.
After we figured out the leak in my tire is slow and I could get it fixed in the next day or so without worries, I decide to film greed. I took some backstreets near work where I wanted to capture greed. I was minding my own business, trying to find a suitable place to stop to get the shot. This dude in a beat-up white truck stops in the middle of the road and honks at me!
I was like, “WTF? Stupid tourist.”
I kept driving and forgot about him, thinking he’d find his way around on his own. But I was wrong, oh so wrong. I kept driving trying to get closer to my idea of greed but not too close, and HE FOLLOWED ME.
I had stopped in a parking lot of a Motel 6 because I liked how grungy it looked and how the shot right there was perfect. I hear this honk behind me and it’s him! Shit, I didn’t even think I’d see him again. I thought he was a tourist and needed directions or something.
He cracks open his window and waves at me again. I’m like, “I’m not getting out of my car.” So I cracked open the window too.
“Sorry to bother you…”
Then he tries to tell me he fixes bumpers!
I dented my bumper quite awhile ago, but I never had the money to fix it. It doesn’t bother me, nor are my headlights affected, so I just leave it be. This is the second time someone has flagged me down trying to sell their auto body repair services. There is nothing more annoying to me than bothering me when I’m minding my own business. If I wanted to get it fixed, don’t you think I’d do my homework first? What makes these people think I’m gonna listen to their spiel and buy their services right then and there?? This economy makes sharks out of everybody!
Besides, I’m used to the dent now. I wouldn’t be able to tell my car from the others in the parking lot, ahahaha.
I think it’s a cosmic joke or something now, Christ almighty.
Anyways, I told him what I told the last guy. I don’t have any money. These dudes always get me when I’m between paydays, geez.
He says I should listen to him, but I tell him no more firmly.
Thankfully, he lets it go and drives off.
I wait a few minutes before I get out of the car. You can never be too paranoid.
Unfortunately, behind the lens, I don’t think the picture will work in that spot, so I keep driving. The second location I found just might work. But I’ll have to decide later. Little details change when you get home and download ‘em to your computer.
I’m so unsettled now. That’s why I’m blogging. I’m so weird.
But the rest of the photos I can film are self-portraits, so off I go.
?: “Has anyone tried to pitch and hustle you when you’re minding your own business?“
scared Listening : Monster Hospital - Metric Reading : Too freaked out to read!
mellow Listening : True Faith - New Order Reading : Angela's Ashes, Sputnik Sweetheart, Hacienda caras
annoyed Listening : N/A Reading : A TON of books. :)