My adventure day began as most adventures do, standing in line with a few hundred people outside of a Dallas Walmart at 4:30 am in the windy cold.
An orgiastic plundering of $68 DVD players in the aisle.
Credit Cards waved in the air at the Dallas- Richardson Walmart, 5 am.
"We were here all night. We watched you unload the truck. I'll leave when you give me one!" Nasty lady to Walmart employee about why she and 50 other people were crowding the cashier station in the electronics department to buy $400 laptops.
A few of us stood on the "sidelines" laughing at the ridiculousness. Before some security guards started screaming and we could feel it getting scary. I snapped some pictures and we left. Later tonight we saw on the news that several people had been trampled in a Beaumont Walmart and there was some Walmart ruckus in other parts of the country. The news showed security-cam footage of the doors opening at 5 am and crowds pushing in like the running of the bulls. A large black woman fell over, knocking off her wig. After a little bit of trampling and no one helping her she was able to crawl to her wig and place it back on her head before rolling herself up. Later, she was taken to the emergency room. Turns out...she was pregnant. For Christ's sake! This was the headline story. Honestly, I felt just a insy bit like I was a part of history, maybe even a unifying movement as it turns out every good american was at a Walmart this morning. I also felt, as I do most of the time, that this country is the laughing stock of the entire world. There are a few moments when I think I could become the proverbial street lunatic that yells its the end of the world. Its like the fleeting thought of jumping when your standing on the edge of a cliff or a building. I wanted to yell to everyone in the electronics department, "Hey, there's a war going on!!" But I guess what stopped me is that I was too busy laughing. That's sad, whats wrong with me. We came home I put on the shirt my mother gave me to sleep in and I slept for 6 more hours.
Then I woke up and rode the train downtown!
the Downtown.
This kid was eating a huge sprinkle cookie that was all over his face and staring at me a mere foot from my face. When I said to him "That looks like a delicious cookie." He looked honestly confused then replied, "What language you talking? Are you a mexican?"
The Hyatt Regency Reunion Ball Tower and Cocktail Lounge--I went up to the ball! It was the first space ball of its kind back in the day, setting the trend for countless south-east asian tiger urban dystopia cities of the 1980s.... The cocktail lounge was probably really nice in the late 60s. I pondred having a drink but there were lots of families drinking cokes and eating cold shrimp cocktails like they'z something fancy.
A view inside the ball.
This is an art shot I call this "The tops of things"
yeah! Dallas.
