Beat Cream

In Cleveland Park, our Ice Cream Trucks rock da beat. Not sure if it's supposed to be bass or gospel-y clap sounding - but it's new to me. And I think it's kind of pretty.

I just cut down 3 big weed-trees that had been weaving themselves into a shotty falling down chain-link fence. The blisters aren't yet visible, but I can feel them already. The brush lays where I left it for now. I don't have one more ounce of energy to move it.

I think I'll take a nap in the sun and wait for another babababass ice cream truck to wake me.