i was on my way home

on friday night when i get a call from peggy saying that her car was towed from hollywood video. i fought and defeated the visceral, 'I TOLD YOU SO!' that usually comes out of my mouth. peggy and her friend maya have been parking at the hollywood video on gayley, adjacent to the kinross building. i see why they'd wanna park there, because it's two steps away from the video lab where they've been working nonstop. anyway, both their cars ended up being towed, it cost 250 bucks to get each car back. the impound lot was on olympic and colby, and in true impound-lot fashion, it was located on a dimly-lit, dead-end street.



i remember sophomore year when i had to let peggy borrow 500 dollars for something, i don't even remember what-- flat tire? dent? i don't remember. i wouldn't mind helping her pay to get her car back, but at the moment i have nowhere near 250 dollars. that's why i reminisce to that time i let her borrow 500 bucks; i can't remember the last time i've seen 500 dollars, but it feels good knowing that two years ago i was actually making money and was not suffering from brokage.

after they got their cars, i proceeded home. hung out with julius, watched ridiculous amounts of television--i would've stayed, but i had to get back in time to let nick borrow my car to take the cbest. as i was leaving my parents' house at about 5am, i heard a quacking noise. the ground was wet from the rain, so first i thought it was my shoes, but it wasn't. i followed the noise, and in the darkness i see a duck in the middle of the street. just standing there. to answer your question, no, there are no ducks in culver city. but there was this one, in the middle of the street--i call my brother out, and he points out to me that the duck's left wing was broken. the wing hung by its side, just dangling there. i didn't want to leave it in the middle of the street, so i had to somewhat chase it onto the sidewalk--it wasn't really chasing, i would just walk toward the duck and she would walk away.

these pictures did not come out that great.




julius brought a few pieces of bread back from the house, and we broke them into pieces and left them on the sidewalk right next to the duck. she ate a few pieces. i couldn't help but think what the duck was feeling. lost? scared? indifferent? i know what you're saying, but fuck you, animals do have feelings. with a broken wing, she wasn't going to get far. i hope she is okay--ideally, some good soul found her and notified another good soul whose specialty was helping broken-winged ducks. i wish i knew who to call, someone who would actually care about something like this. but as julius pointed out, there aren't many people who would probably give a shit about a lost duck with a broken wing.