Chankla Run

Date: 3/28/2020

Ran miles and miles in my Chanklas, even passing numerous alpha army soldiers in the thick of night. They yelled out to me about my frail foot padding while I maneuvered through them in a broken intersection. I was running home, back from sharing a good time/meal with friends in what seemed to be a gang-infested, unsafe safe neighborhood. I remember feeling an oddly satisfying combination of coy and witty while catching up with my street friends. After running for some time I took a break at a Mexican restaurant with a fat waiter who was not very hospitable toward me. The cashier (who I remember seeing from my last trip there) was a blonde white girl waiting a few people ahead of me in line for the bathroom, holding an incense stick (that thing to ward off bad spirits) in her right hand, while using her cell phone.