Post by Tuesday on Sept 27, 2010 14:23:05 GMT -5
The bright sunlight rains down upon us almost the second we step outside the house. Sweat starts beading along our forehead, and pesky bugs are swarming around our heads. I hop down the three steps of the front porch and turn to my cousin.
"It's a hot one today," I mumble miserably. I've always hated warm weather, and well any moment in time where I'm uncomfortably warm. If a fan is not on, then I usually resume a cranky attitude. But up here in north Texas it is almost impossible to escape the August heat, where the low is an unbearable 100 degrees and the high is a god-awful 110 degrees.
"It's always a hot one, where have you been all these years?" Maria said with only half the sass that she usually uses. This heat obviously has affected her if she's limited on smartass retorts.
We begin making our way down the street, the sidewalks are full of cracks and are uneven especially around the corner by Gene's Tasty Burgers. Which unfortunately is where I work, smelling like greasy hamburgers with sweat all over the place, is as they say "No bueno". But this is my first weekend off in almost a month, so I'm a happy camper as we turn right and continue along the sidewalk, bringing as much distance as possible from the burger joint.
Maria is happily humming an unknown tune as we cross streets and pass the broken houses that is this neighborhood. We live in the poorer side of town, where most of the gangs are but everyone is genuinely nice to their neighbors and everyone pretty much knows everyone. Low riders pass by us cat calling and wolf whistling, but Maria and I keep our eyes straight and ignore the jackass idiots that are flinging comments at us. We wave to Mrs. Torres who is sitting on her rocking chair, like she does everyday. Sometimes I feel bad for her, her children have all grown and moved on, so she usually spends her time sitting on her front porch watching the streets, making sure no unruly children get on her lawn. But she's not a crazy lady, like everyone thinks she is, she's actually pretty nice and always has some interesting story of "the old days".
"It's a hot one today," I mumble miserably. I've always hated warm weather, and well any moment in time where I'm uncomfortably warm. If a fan is not on, then I usually resume a cranky attitude. But up here in north Texas it is almost impossible to escape the August heat, where the low is an unbearable 100 degrees and the high is a god-awful 110 degrees.
"It's always a hot one, where have you been all these years?" Maria said with only half the sass that she usually uses. This heat obviously has affected her if she's limited on smartass retorts.
We begin making our way down the street, the sidewalks are full of cracks and are uneven especially around the corner by Gene's Tasty Burgers. Which unfortunately is where I work, smelling like greasy hamburgers with sweat all over the place, is as they say "No bueno". But this is my first weekend off in almost a month, so I'm a happy camper as we turn right and continue along the sidewalk, bringing as much distance as possible from the burger joint.
Maria is happily humming an unknown tune as we cross streets and pass the broken houses that is this neighborhood. We live in the poorer side of town, where most of the gangs are but everyone is genuinely nice to their neighbors and everyone pretty much knows everyone. Low riders pass by us cat calling and wolf whistling, but Maria and I keep our eyes straight and ignore the jackass idiots that are flinging comments at us. We wave to Mrs. Torres who is sitting on her rocking chair, like she does everyday. Sometimes I feel bad for her, her children have all grown and moved on, so she usually spends her time sitting on her front porch watching the streets, making sure no unruly children get on her lawn. But she's not a crazy lady, like everyone thinks she is, she's actually pretty nice and always has some interesting story of "the old days".
