How is it so easy to kill?

Coping with murder

Man, I've already felt as if I was going through some sort of mid-life crisis the last several months. Little seems to make much sense these days. So, yesterday, I decided serious change was in order.

Thus, I went down the street to grab a few beers to celebrate the first step of my great transformation. As I left my house, I noticed several youngsters hanging out. Immediately, they checked me out, and I knew trouble was back in the neighborhood.

An hour later, one of the youngsters was dead.

I couldn't help but wonder, as I watched one teenager crawl across the ground, taking his last breathes, was it worth it? Was it worth wanting to be a tough guy?

And, as I sit typing this, his homies are drinking and smoking at his vigil across the street, exactly where he died less than 24 hours ago, and I can only wonder, how long until the next shots are fired. How can it be so easy to kill?!

Cheap South Pasadena chinese food

Loving Golden China

Hard to beat Golden China's great lunch specials, and the food is actually pretty good. Love the spicy garlic shrimp and the fish in black bean sauce. And the beer is cheap for a restaurant.

Anyway, feels good to get out of the house, still trying to recover from yesterday.

While Golden China is right off Fair Oaks, its also not a bad walk from the Mission Metro station.

An omen

What a message

So, the gang wars continue in Northeast LA, but its just another dead gangster, right?

What kind of message are the gods sending me? Death isn't far? Move or else?

Dos cervezas mas

Hola, mi amiga?

Hablo espanol un poquito, pero cuatro cincuenta para dos Miller Lites? Que pasa, mija?

Loco no? Tiempo para cerveza de Dans.

YT is dead?

My back is against the wall. Aim has been taken.

Change. It makes for great conversation, but it's almost impossible to achieve. Inevitably, experts claim, fear's grimy grip chokes our dreams.

Well, YTsWorld is changing.

Anyway, almost 5/6's through my Stella. Yes, I'm a drunk. An addict. Who isn't these days? Booze, weed, prozac, high fructose corn syrup and caffeine. Is there really much difference? Besides, I'm just trying to be honest.

Still, that's no excuse. Besides, I'm bored. Tired. Sick of the status quo I've accepted.

I'm not sure what happens from here. Perhaps I'll eventually crawl back under the rock of my status quo yet again, but not without a fight, and not without some blatant honesty along the way.

A little right, and a whole lotta wrong. That's the new YTsWorld.