2002-05-09 || 5:08 p.m.

|| o albany! o joy! you smell so good! and your bricks are showing! ||

i can order chinese take-out if i don't want to brave the supermarket and walk down lovely jackson street. lovely jackson street: jasmine and '40s era houses, friendly cats, telephone wires. i pick up my food and walk down san pablo and peek around the corner to see if ben or lucinder are lanking about outside the albany. i cross the street and spot the bricks in the crosswalk the asphalt doesn't cover, and try to imagine my intersection back when there was no such thing as asphalt and left-hand turn signals. when the seven-up sign painted on the wall wasn't moldy and tagged.

i would like to live in this neighborhood, for real. i would like a house with a porch to take off my shoes in. tall grass that desperately needs cutting. friendly cats holding conventions under my clothesline. bare feet on linoleum and that canned heat that comes from pilot-lit ovens.

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