Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Tree Trimmers

It was just after seven thirty in the morning when I heard the faint sound of a man talking in Spanish. Shortly after that I heard the high pitch humming sound of a chain saw. A few seconds after that another chain saw started up. I tried to sleep it off, but I gave up and made some coffee instead. It’s the lord’s day for gods sake. I thought about calling the police, but that seemed like a lot trouble, and chances are they wouldn’t even show up. By the time I figured out what number to call the tree trimmers would be packed up and gone. I guess that's the price you pay for living in the city.

I read the paper on line with the sound of chain saws in the back round. The paper was disappointing the same mumble jumble bombings from religious factions, and what not. When holy people go to war, it looks bad on religion. I grabbed my guitar and battled the chain saws with a song from the Kinks, Sunny Afternoon. Great song excellent craftsmanship, a real bitch to sing though.

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