Recall. Or else.

Back from NYC and things are EXCITING in Mexico. So exciting, in fact, that I haven’t been able to recount my trip!
I was able to get over my jetlag easily. I learned from a fellow traveller that you do recover faster when traveling into the future. Go figure! 
Along with dodging bullets, I have been celebrating my Human’s birthday all weekend (Superman movie anyone?) and generally feeling a holiday vibe around the joint because Hugo’s brother is visiting from Rome and wants to do vacationy things. We are planning an excursion to Valle De Guadalupe on Thursday so he won’t torture us more with the exemplary entertainment the YouTube has to offer. Life isn’t truly ridiculous until a priest insists on showing variations on the Psy / Gangnam Style theme.

As for my NYC trip: on the whole, I was satisfied with it. I did the things that I wanted- also needed to do. And a collaboration project that I hadn’t been counting on came through. I did some green screen work for a music video! It is a blessing to meet cool people… 
My performance in SOAK was satisfactory. I felt it was a great start for grindfilter. I have other ideas I would like to try with it in the future… sooner rather than later, I hope.
Though New York is New York, I didn’t feel the juvenile urge to glut myself on experiences and run crazy to shows workshops and to meet everyone I know. I disappointed a few people, I am sure, but I did what I needed to and there is no guilt feeling in it for me. And thank you peoples for putting up with my weirdnesses and giving me support in one way or another. It did make a difference. I felt something really, really good working behind the scenes. Thoughts / prayers / wishes made and sent in my direction were not laughed at and swatted away by other forces, though.. They did try! 

More from the Murder Scene

They just repainted the building. It used to be pink!

Closed until  Monday the 24th of June.

The lighter colored dirt covers the blood that was shed here. You can still see some of it on the  chunk of concrete  by the candels. That was the only spot they did not cover.

Shattered window glass from the truck that was fired upon.

Death is Whimsical Today

How can you account for being surrounded by unexpected death?

The Crosthwaite Family rents out the storefront of their home to a local business that specializes in bulletproof windows. They were several weeks late in paying their rent and today we all found out why. The husband of the business owner suffered a fatal heart attack. The woman was suddenly left to deal with all the expenses the overwhelming shock of a life ending far too soon. The man was not at all old or sickly.
All this was talked about over late lunch and then and THEN during a peaceful bout of siesta- the sound of gunfire. I knew right away that it was not fireworks, but it took a moment to click click because it was full daylight out there. I have never heard 15 (or so) rounds fired during the day! Hugo and I waited and listened for more sounds but heard no sirens or shouting.. and we were both compelled to peek out to see what was going on. Cautiously to the end of the driveway we went. Hugo though it might have been something going on in the lot beyond the wall but it was just a little further over than that. And right on the boulevard! Gawkers were already there on the street watching the police block off the area two lots over from the house. How were the police there already?!
There is an empty lot then a family run tamaleria and automotive shop next to that. The shooting happened right in front of the auto place. We hung back trying to understand what was going on. We then ran back in for camera. I had to put shoes on my feet to not be tripping around a crime scene in slippers! I can’t be THAT chillaxed!
We got in close enough to see there was a dead body laying on the ground, but a police woman stopped us from taking pictures. So we pulled back, continuing to watch interactions of cops and witnesses. One man was taken away in handcuffs another wounded man was taken away in an ambulance. The dead man remained on the ground for ever. It was so hard for me to take pictures. I felt so fragile there where life was so easily ruined or ended for my neighbors. I felt the death there. I wanted to cry with the women. My physical reaction was to hold my own body tight, remind my own flesh that it was ok. I was ok- for now.
Reporters were there and we did see more images on the local news of the victims and the vehicle that was shot out, but the story of what happened never came clearer. None of it added up. It was a hit of some kind.. and oh, there is nothing like a public execution to get you out in the open air! But was it a hit by the cops? Why where the tamaleria women crying so much if these were just some narcos? Was an innocent person killed? Why did the army show up? I had previously been encouraging Hugo to eat at that tamaleria because they are our neighbors right next door- and he likes all kinds of foodstuffs! Now I think we SHOULD pay them a visit. Maybe we can hear their story. Maybe not. But hopefully we can give them some feeling of comfort. They have many more tears to come.

Emotional devastation.

Out running errands after the street returned to some kind of normal, we saw a dead dog in the middle of the sidewalk. That’s it. No more news of death today. #3. Done. Satis. Enough.