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Straight Outta V-Town
Where geography is concerned, I've always been inclined to find the diamond in the coal mine. If I could find something positive about living in central Prince George's County in the early 1980s, my instinct for redemption must be pretty special. But I recently turned to Kim and said, "You know, we used to live in a really violent place." She proceeded to chronicle the absurd -- warning, I'm going to use one of those excessively intellectual George W. Bush words here -- litany of death and destruction that transpired within five blocks of our home at 617 Napa Street. I realized that, even though I miss Joe, the waterfront, Lil' Ed's ice cream, and elections where the Democratic candidate always wins, I'm very glad not to be living in a place where every trip to the corner liquor store feels like a thrill ride that hasn't been inspected in decades.

Yesterday, the San Francisco Bay Area papers were reporting the strange tale of a couple whose jet ski had run aground in the bay, leading them to spend a cold, wet night outdoors before finally being rescued. The woman had died, presumably of hypothermia. But something about the story didn't add up. Although I couldn't put my finger on it the way Philip Marlowe might have, I was half-waiting for a revision to the narrative. And today it came:
A 35-year-old Vallejo man was arrested Thursday night on charges of murdering his wife, who died in a jet skiing mishap mysterious on San Pablo Bay. Preliminary autopsy findings showed that Jennifer Easterling, whose maiden name was Jevarian, had injuries consistent with having been the victim of an assault, said Sgt. Steve Freitas, of the Sonoma County Sheriff's Department. Corbin Easterling was then arrested outside a friend's house in Vallejo and booked into Sonoma County jail. He is being held without bail.
Add it to the litany. I think I'll keep my once-prized V-Town baseball caps on that shelf in the garage. Turns out E-40 had the right idea, moving to Blackhawk. Anytime the best thing you can say about the place you live is that it's easy to get to other places you like from there, you know you have a problem.

Mode: escapade
Muse: Learn About It - The Click - Game Related

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cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 15th, 2004 03:19 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
But because he's from Vallejo, there's a good chance that he's either white and not good looking -- according to tabloid standards, anyway -- or not white and therefore not worthy of attention. People of color aren't known for using jet skis, but it's not unheard of. The Vallejo marina always had some diversity, as did Berkeley's.
tpratt From: tpratt Date: October 16th, 2004 07:28 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

representin' the yay area

E-Feezey, aka E-40, aka 40-Watta, aka Charlie Hustle, was the best thing about Vallejo (except Tibbs and you all, to be sure) back in the day. I spent last Friday night/morning driving up to San Jose to pick up mi suegra (another story that may well never see the light of the lj) - left after work in Poway at 10:30 pm and rolled into San Jo at 5:45 am. I knew I was getting to where I was going when I rolled down the last hill of the Grapevine and the radio stations that had been playing dub-C's "Pistol Grip Pump in my Lap" and Snoop Dogg-style stuff melted into some banging new E-40 tracks. For a dude who sells millions (yes, millions) of records, he sure gets no respect south of Bakersfield. Shame, really - like him or not, he is honestly unique in his delivery if not in his content. Someone you could be proud to say you bumped into at the liquor store buying his flask of Remy Martin...
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 16th, 2004 03:16 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: representin' the yay area

Indeed. I found a Mac Dre album at the record store here the other day. Used. It was one of the ones he recorded from jail, after being convicted of being a part of the "Romper Room Gang" from the Crest, a neighborhood across from Marine World, on the north side of 37, one entrance only back in the day. One of the early Click albums had a picture of the waterfront right down the street from our house, the members, including E-40, in front of their orange-brown 70s machine. Have you ever read Murder Dog magazine? That's a product of V-Town too.

As your furry brother will attest, the ice cream at Lil' Ed's was also worth a trip. Actually, there were some other cool things, like that weird maritime museum. The Sardine Can was ok. And there were businesses that briefly lit up the despair with hope, like the indie record shop at the intersection of Georgia and Solano run by the ex (or ex?) meth freak with the great taste in 70s-era punk and post-punk or the gay-themed literary bookstore only two blocks down Georgia from my house.

You've got a fine style, Tim. Maybe you need an outlet.
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