Inexorably

My housemate’s friend’s grandma passed away from the virus.

Yesterday while I was shooting free throws, homeless folks jumped another one. A Mexican mom and her two sons were running basketball drills. A brother was calmly swinging his golf club on the baseball field. Everything was so quiet. Quiet before things start getting really crazy.

A lot of black people are going to die in this country in the next months. A lot of people are going to get shot over rent and bills.

I just learned that the great Manu Dibango died from the virus. My grandmother who used to have a music store in Paris was telling me how he would hang around in the 70s. His song Soul Makossa influenced a bunch of people.

Stay safe.

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