Sorry for the delayed post. I took a break from the internet. June 30 was my last full day at Tent City. I spent another night there over the weekend just for the heck of it, and it was a pretty good time. I'll probably make another post soon about the month; a sort of "final thoughts" thing. The song of the day today is "Too Long In the Wasteland" by James McMurtry.
A couple of weeks ago the young, mexican couple (see June 2, 2011) moved into Tent City. One day the new mexican resident had introduced himself to me as Carlos when his girlfriend was at work. I've noticed that she always wears really baggy shirts (sometimes sweatshirts) and I wonder if she is pregnant. After talking to Carlos for a little while, I ask him how long he and his girlfriend have been together. Carlos thinks for a moment before he answers in a Tex-Mex accent "mmmm 'bout six munts." I'm thinking that the matter of Carlos's girlfriend's gestation status is still in question and Carlos continues "but we known each utter longer." I tell Carlos that I'll see him later and head to cut Sweet Cheeks off in the campground. He seems to always know the latest gossip so I want to test my theory out on him. Upon hearing that I've met Carlos, Sweet Cheeks launches into a breathless and meandering narrative about how they fornicate all the time (even in public restrooms!) and he's pretty sure she's pregnant and she works at Taco Bell while Carlos sits around all day and he should take some responsibility and he saw her make him a sandwich the other day while he just sat there and another resident told him that she saw her cleaning out their tent when he was supposed to be out selling papers but he was really just hanging out at various spots around town (omg). This is all a jumbled mess of pronouns and heresay that I find hard to follow, but I do learn that my suspicions are shared by another resident. I walk back to my tent trying to make sense of everything I just heard.
