Pouring My Art Out

My job as a private security officer manning one of the gatehouses at an exclusive private community keeps me on my toes.

A lady in a mini van took the entrance turn a little fast, and ended up plowing up some ice plant as her vehicle crossed over some of our landscaping.

She went in between a sign and a rather sturdy tree, and missed a car that was stopped for a left turn by mere inches.

And then, between calls to dispatch our roving patrol cars to remove rattlesnakes from various properties, the radio lit up with calls about an overturned car on a street near the seventh hole of the full-sized private golf course.

All I can say about this is that, if you are parking your car on a steep hill, set the freekin’ parking brake… especially if you are going to leave your mother-in-law in the vehicle.

Poor people continue to try to infiltrate our borders by air… which is weird, because I looked it up, and the cheapest balloon rides are like 500 dollars.

Those poor people want to get in so bad that they are spending their lottery ticket money just to get over the fences.

But it was a nice sunset.

Just for the record, I mock the poor because I am one of them.