“Ok wait, wait somebody is driving by.” Josh loudly whispered. I dropped to the floor and simultaneously placed the spray-can under my left armpit and acted as if I was tying the shoelace of my right shoe. Meanwhile, Josh paced around counting the leaves of a nearby tree. He looked a little suspicious if you asked me.
The people in the car didn’t even notice us as they drove on by. “Go for it bro, you’re clear,” Josh said.
Something didn’t feel good. I felt that anxiety again – it pulled from my solar plexus out. I looked at my brother and said, “Someone’s watching, let’s walk around a little bit to make sure we’re good.” It was that same feeling I felt when my son was born. It feels like someone is deeply staring at you, then it becomes a revolving sensation in the stomach – I say it feels like anxiety but that comes from me looking around not seeing where that stare is coming from – that’s what makes me feel uncomfortable – the not knowing what or who is watching me.
I hid the spray-can in my backpack and we began to walk around the park. I was leaving the scene with my work incomplete – it read:
CROW – FUE
But I couldn’t risk it, someone was watching us, I could feel it.
We walked up the hill through a man-made trail avoiding all the trees and bushes that surrounded it. Once at the top, we could see our surrounding environment. At the bottom was the empty park we were at with the handball court walls half-vandalized with my work. The homes and cars around the park looked empty and silent of action. I then turned my gaze to my right side and saw the huge boulders of rocks that encased an electrical plant, empty. I looked to my left, and there were miles of stillness. Josh and I turned around to face what was behind us, very similar to the rest, blocks of homes, silent streets and immobile vehicles and at the distance the I-10 Freeway – beyond that the mountains of Juarez, Mexico covered with small houses. Then it clicked to me, whatever was staring at us, was within the trees and bushes of the hill we were on top of.
“Lets go inside the bushes bro, whoever is watching us, is hiding in there,” I said. If there’s been anybody in my life that I’ve encountered to be brave and ready for a fight, it has to be my brother Josh. I would actually “turn up” my braveness whenever I was with him, which was a lot of the time.
At that moment, Josh brought out a small bottle of liquid window cleaner from his backpack and sprayed it on his armpits. “What are you doing?” I asked inquisitively. “It gives me powers,” he said. “You really got to stop watching cartoons bro. Fuck it, lets go!” I exclaimed with a smile in my face.
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The people in the car didn’t even notice us as they drove on by. “Go for it bro, you’re clear,” Josh said.
Something didn’t feel good. I felt that anxiety again – it pulled from my solar plexus out. I looked at my brother and said, “Someone’s watching, let’s walk around a little bit to make sure we’re good.” It was that same feeling I felt when my son was born. It feels like someone is deeply staring at you, then it becomes a revolving sensation in the stomach – I say it feels like anxiety but that comes from me looking around not seeing where that stare is coming from – that’s what makes me feel uncomfortable – the not knowing what or who is watching me.
I hid the spray-can in my backpack and we began to walk around the park. I was leaving the scene with my work incomplete – it read:
CROW – FUE
But I couldn’t risk it, someone was watching us, I could feel it.
We walked up the hill through a man-made trail avoiding all the trees and bushes that surrounded it. Once at the top, we could see our surrounding environment. At the bottom was the empty park we were at with the handball court walls half-vandalized with my work. The homes and cars around the park looked empty and silent of action. I then turned my gaze to my right side and saw the huge boulders of rocks that encased an electrical plant, empty. I looked to my left, and there were miles of stillness. Josh and I turned around to face what was behind us, very similar to the rest, blocks of homes, silent streets and immobile vehicles and at the distance the I-10 Freeway – beyond that the mountains of Juarez, Mexico covered with small houses. Then it clicked to me, whatever was staring at us, was within the trees and bushes of the hill we were on top of.
“Lets go inside the bushes bro, whoever is watching us, is hiding in there,” I said. If there’s been anybody in my life that I’ve encountered to be brave and ready for a fight, it has to be my brother Josh. I would actually “turn up” my braveness whenever I was with him, which was a lot of the time.
At that moment, Josh brought out a small bottle of liquid window cleaner from his backpack and sprayed it on his armpits. “What are you doing?” I asked inquisitively. “It gives me powers,” he said. “You really got to stop watching cartoons bro. Fuck it, lets go!” I exclaimed with a smile in my face.
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