I live on Califia street where the old
track houses from the rocket days here in San Fernando Valley. There are too many
druggies wandering around at any hour. All the houses here
are in the worst condition possible. Broken down roofs and holes in walls, and many
homes don't have running water. People go out into the alley to shit. I would never
had thought the government would let people
live in such broken down buildings. My parents waited thirty five years
to move to a new house in Porter Ranch. That's right. Porter Ranch
was where Charles Manson lived when he got messed up in all his shit. That's a step up?
Anyway my dad was sixty by the time developers began finally building homes in
this newer, safer neighborhood. Safer? Fucking Charles Manson used to hang
out up there! My dad never got to move up there anyway. Some freak put LSD into
his beer during a Raiders game. I don't know
what he was seeing but he jumped over the counter at the beer consession. The
securtiy guards didn't belive in defusing the problem, they just beat
him to death. When they found the scum that laced my dad's
beer they found his mom's left over in the freezer. He said he was
saving the rest of her for christmas.
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