: salsa and mariachi fused with LA latino gangster rap; fantastic to dance to; the room is peopled with friendly faces; the drinks are plastic cups and refreshing; I like the DJ’s t-shirt, a close-up of Our Lady of Guadalupe with a model’s face and headphones; Toriaizu Boy rubs his hand down her face in hello; dancing mixed with standing, watching, swaying; a stop at 7-11 before home, inhale a cup of potato sticks.
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: all this day, all this day, waiting for soup curry; afterwards we ride to see if A-Coop is open; I look for the casino poster; finding it by Seiyu I go to take a picture; a man and woman walk by, the man says ‘hello’; he sees me snapping the photo and says, “You have a good job.”; an accusation? a warning? Is the casino rigged? Dangerous? Maybe the poster is looking for applicants?; A. and I mull this over the rest of the strange way home; Lynchian, to say the least.
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