All the Mexicanos are going to church. Some are working. There are two chicken places set up, one down at the BP across from Northeast High School, the other up by Fast Stop across from Indiana. I had a chicken yesterday, Pollo Asado al Carbon. YUMMY!
Brandi is out there. She bums a cigarette from me, and she looks terrible. Fat, and with the same dirty clothes on she has been wearing for days now. She is desperate and dangerous, so I steer clear.
Actually, it is peaceful, and how sweet the peace is, as long as you steer clear of people.