Orphantasies (2)

On weekends the skaters often come from outside the beltway to perform on the squares in the centre. They´re training hard, everyday, most of them for several hours.
Doing their job.

Some maybe even will get some bucks out of it, one day, a few of them, in the wishful thinking of a scene with its stars. A few will slurp the cream.

I´m talking to a guy and ask him what he thinks about Obama.
“He´s o.k.”
“Shouldn´t stard meddlin´ withe wrong guys”, his friend adds.
“He´s been around…”
“He´ll show the stinky money bags and fat cats what it´s at.”

“You followed the campaigns?”

“No way getting round it.”
“Yeah, but… … yeah.”
“Yeah, he´s cool, I mean…”
“Couldn´t make things worse than that shithole Bush.”
“How could anyone?”
“Tell ya they could. The others wanted a wifey for v.p.!"

“And what do think he can do for you?”

“Said he´d stop those wars and everything.”
“Yeah, and more health care.”
“For everyone.”
“I had one arm broken. They´d let me wait for hours, then send me away cause no valid card, and it turned mum´s forgot to pay the monthly. Just once.
So my uncle send me to a friend´s who´d put somethin´ on it.
And it turned out o.k.”
“Ma grandpa died there, cause they wouldn´t give him a treat.”

“You think there´ll be more jobs for you?”

“You know what kinda jobs they got for shmucks like me?
You run away.”
“We´re skatin´”
“They make a big deal of surfin´. I heard it called ´The invention o´the youth´.
How´s that? Main thing about it: they had nun of us niggas round that club.”
“Yeah, and they made hiphop a big thing when the whities started likin´ it.”
“Yeah, and stole it.”
“Like the blues.”
“And jazz, ma dad said, jazz.”
“And now they got that Obama stealin´ from them their game.”
“There´s more spanish people in somothe states. Maybe a latin luver next time.”
“Uh, gettaway!”
“Think it!, why not?”
“My dad´s half white too, we don´t give shit for that. And he said: `The whities are done before long.´ ”
“Stupid shit, they got the power an´the money and th´army an´everything.
Just they got a black clown on top won´t make the circus a wild park.”
“Better be glad, man, you´d be dead, man.”
“Cause some white mothefuckers think yer scum, man.”
“And they´d shoot you in the park just like that, man.”

One of the guys skating has fallen over and keeps laying on the ground.
Three are coming to help him up and get him to the next bench.

“Hey guys, thanks for talkin´!”

“Hey!”

Later some will have a spliff or two, noted it before, and he´ll be on board again soon.


You´re either in the club or you´re not.
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