Fri-daze

Downtown Chicago-
Ran an errand to Dollar Daze, this run down, junky, dollar store in the loop to pick up some ziploc ripoffs for a project at the gallery. As I was wandering around the store with my hands fullf of baggie boxes my eye cathes a neon color prices tag that reads $1.49 stuck to a slick black book. I stop and look at the shelf; Holy Bible- King James Version. $1.49
I immediately wondered if that was the going rate for the word of God? I guess so, at least at Dollar Daze where pretty much everything is within the one dollar range.
I also really appreciated that they were at least making such ancient and majestic text available to all at such a bargain price.

Humboldt Park, Chicago-

Night spent in the apartment trying to regroup from an exhausting week (emotionally & psychically)
Around 12:05 I hear a set of gun shots, probably 6/7 fired off.
Was it on my block?
Was it in my building?
Was it gang related?
Was someone hurt? Was someone killed? What happened? Who was shooting? Why were they shooting? Why was I so afraid all the sudden and wanted to cry? Did I want to cry because I thought someone would bust through my door or because my heart ached for whom ever was shooter and the recipient? Who are this persons role models, do they have any? Why do people have guns? Why do I all the sudden feel as if this is my initiation into the neighborhood? Why did I go peak out my window immediately after? WHen I heard sirens where were they going? Who did they pick up? Will this be in the news or just become another of those tally marks that the poorer neighborhoods get for homicides in 2009?
Why cant we all be friends and live in peace (because its a fallen world, its humanity, we have free will)?
Are you now thinking about this as if you were watching my train of thought- its never ending?


This day was full of experiences, memories, firsts, lasts, love & hate, trial & error, sorrow & joy, followed by a day tomorrow that will be overflowing with hope.

Goodnight moon