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Zoom Now that it’s so hot that people can’t go outside during the day, the neighborhood gets straight up crazy at night.  The weather turned abruptly, with rising humidity.  I can’t even find an empty parking lot to ride in at night.  There’s literally thousands of people outside hanging out everywhere after about 6pm.  Most of them have absolutely nothing to do but just sit and stare or in the case of kids, act obnoxious.  It’s a sea of screaming, zig zagging kids, random balls flying past your head, bitter looking parents and men who look like they would pass the profile of sexual predators in the U.S.  It’s no place for an awkward guy on a little bike to try to find some solace without losing his mind in the madness.  It’s chaotic and overwhelming.  I forgot how it gets popping at night in the summer around here but it’s not in the way that you would find enchanting and exciting like in other cities.  The endless maze of holding pens that we live in mixed with the onslaught of confused looking people was starting to make me feel claustrophobic all over again.  I was just about gave up the other night but then I remembered this little island of concrete I had seen in this field and I took refuge there.  So I sat on my little island for a while surrounded by 360 degrees of nightmarish, sparse and characterless “urban” hell and enjoyed the little bit of peace and quiet it offered.  It looks like this is gonna be my go to riding spot for a few months, I just wish it had a fucking coconut tree.   

Now that it’s so hot that people can’t go outside during the day, the neighborhood gets straight up crazy at night.  The weather turned abruptly, with rising humidity.  I can’t even find an empty parking lot to ride in at night.  There’s literally thousands of people outside hanging out everywhere after about 6pm.  Most of them have absolutely nothing to do but just sit and stare or in the case of kids, act obnoxious.  It’s a sea of screaming, zig zagging kids, random balls flying past your head, bitter looking parents and men who look like they would pass the profile of sexual predators in the U.S.  It’s no place for an awkward guy on a little bike to try to find some solace without losing his mind in the madness.  It’s chaotic and overwhelming.  I forgot how it gets popping at night in the summer around here but it’s not in the way that you would find enchanting and exciting like in other cities.  The endless maze of holding pens that we live in mixed with the onslaught of confused looking people was starting to make me feel claustrophobic all over again.  I was just about gave up the other night but then I remembered this little island of concrete I had seen in this field and I took refuge there.  So I sat on my little island for a while surrounded by 360 degrees of nightmarish, sparse and characterless “urban” hell and enjoyed the little bit of peace and quiet it offered.  It looks like this is gonna be my go to riding spot for a few months, I just wish it had a fucking coconut tree.   

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