Janurary 6, 2204 Wake me when it's over!

I hope it's only a bad dream, but, the barrio in which I reside had
visitors Monday, yesterday they moved in with their chickens,
goat--an old woman who is milking the goddam thing into a galvanized
bucket--roosters crowing at 5:00 AM, the whole enchie. I'm
looking outside, there's ninos riding skateboards where they're not
supposed to, there's a rusted '51 IM pick-up filled with flattened
cardboard, a boom-box blaring musica ranchero. Remember when
Ceasar Chavez Blvd. was called Brooklyn Ave? Please sweet Jesus,
say it aint so.

Written by Reuben Salazar La Opinion.
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