People used to make things with their hands when nobody would do it for them.
A few mates with a few bags of cement and some stolen wood from a building site. Make a frame. Fill it with rocks. Put chicken wire over it. Mix some cement up in a wheel barrow and pour it on. Drink beer until it dries. Skate it. Repeat.
It a rough, lumpy and usually pretty ugly. But thats the charm.
Now skateparks are everywhere. Clean, smooth, un-cracked bowls and street courses popping up all over the place.
So people don’t need to get their hands dirty anymore. Not if they don’t want to.
But, some still like making things for themselves.
Rika ticka tick tick tick.
Toast it. Carve it. Spike it. Throw it under the lamps.
Some days when I look out past my food, I don’t see much worth liking.
It takes a lot of neglect to kill an aloe vera plant. I came pretty close. I neglected them until they turned brown and rubbery. Sitting in the shade next to a 6 pack of bottles stuffed with cigarette buts. Ants crawling all over them.
The ants had been getting busy for a few weeks. Thick air. Storms were coming.
I dragged those pots from the patio onto the lawn and took my seat on the patio. Brown Aloe Vera wont help my sunburn much. No sir.
The heavens opened for a week straight.
Purple flashes against black skies. The crackle of the McDonald drive-through and a light rain hitting my feet.
Day after day.