It was midnight in the howling forest known as East L.A. The sound of banda music whistled through the tops of the ancient street signs echoing from the lame party two doors down, when I started hearing some arguing outside of my home and suddenly something enormous crashed and rumbled through my living room.
God damn it, some moron just put his fist through my window and now shards of glass lay on the floor. I was left wondering if he was a nutcase? I mean, what kind of moron decides, in a moment of anger, while in a drunken stupor, that pounding on a glass window with your fist could be a good idea?
Son-bitch! I wished they wouldn't have run away. Then I wouldn't have any reason why not to give them a good punch in the nose.
Ugh, It was as if I just went through the desert of shattered hopes and I was seriously feeling like I was stuck in the swamps of sadness.
More so after the cops showed up and didn't bother to be of any use at all. In fact, they were pushing for me to not even make a police report so the crime stats of the area wouldn't go up on their patrol. I guess I could rule out dealing with cops as being my scientific specialty...
But I knew if I let sadness take me, I would just sink more into that mucky swamp. So having the officers leave me high and dry, I was on a mission to find a good place
At this point I just didn't care where I went. I needed a new glass... In fact, I didn't even care if I cared or not about yelp reviews or reputation. Whatever could get me a replacement the soonest was all that I needed. Which led me to a nearby place that looked as legit as a van with "free candy" written on the side of it.
From the outside, this place didn't even look like a hole in the wall. Next door was a radiator joint and near it was a breakfast burrito joint -- which I guess was a good sign that I wasn't going to be spending much on this venture. I just had to be confident in their work and confident in that I got the proper measurement
Sure enough, the workers here, while not the most professional looking, were damn good at helping me out. One suggested that it would be a good idea to get some thicker plate glass, and perhaps getting a plexiglass to reinforce it.
No, it was a great idea!
I thought it would take a snail's pace to get a custom window made, but this must have been some kind of racing snail, as only after couple of days of having Nothing but a board covering the hole, It was ready, even with the odd dimensions of the front window and it didn't cost all that much. I couldn't complain.
All that was left was plopping that sucker back into the window frame, which wasn't much of a problem, I just had to keep my feet on the ground and take it one step at a time. read more