Memorial Day to Labor Day is unofficial summertime markers
on the calendar, and Sundays in summertime is made for down tempo life living –
kitchen full of turkey sausage smells, fried egg sandwiches. I stopped to get
doogh walking home from work the other day, and looked to see if they had any
goat, but they didn’t because it was a Tuesday not a Friday (goat is on
Friday), but I did get a pack of halal beef salami because it’s basically halal
bologna, and this allowed me to make sick ass fried egg and fried bologna
(halal beef salami) sandwiches – a staple of good Raven memories.
Anyways Sundays in summertime is made for down temp food
sciences, fried egg sandwiches with halal beef salami and you gotta use the
spatula to cut those lines so it doesn’t bubble up too hard in the middle, but
I ate the last of the halal beef salami last night, plus ate the last of the
watermelon too, but we still filled the air with turkey sausage and fried egg
and old soul sounds, which also is made for Sundays in summertime, and right up
the hill is a Pentecostal church, for non-whites, and they were going hard the
other night, and I bet they’re going hard at it again this morning, but I ain’t
a church type like that… my church is open windows and food cooking and writing
poetry notes in dollar store composition books or on neon index cards to organize
later, and fuck man Elmore James was perfect soundtrack to this, one flash
moment of flash life of flash human existence in full cosmic experience or
second side of egg cooking on one side of pan, laying the cheese on top, bread
bed already mayoed out ever so slightly, hot pink and lime green notecards
outlining phrase memories, ol’ Elmore sangin’ it WHEN THINGS GO WRONG, GO WRONG
WITH YOUUUUUUU, IT HURTIN’ ME TOOOOOOOO.
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