The Gonzo Wolf

Every morning, I take my young son to and from school through the Trinity River bottoms, otherwise known as the Tenth Street District or the Freedman’s District. It’s a place that’s had HISTORIC flooding issues, so, naturally, the white slave owners losing their workforce gave it to the freed people needing a place to live. Have we ever been an honest race? One hundred and fifty-ish years later, we count the hookers like that vampiric Muppet on Sesame Street. Progress.

On a rare, serious note, I’m saddened by this drive. This neighborhood is important. The city of Dallas should be preserving and restoring it. Instead, they’ve let it rot, claimed ownership of the unlivable properties, sold them on the cheap, and allowed Lego-like-clone homes to be built for trust-fund babies who’ll call the cops every time they hear a “pop”. Also DART has staked a claim in some of these empty residential lots. DART is a private company, and not owned by the city.

Probably just another municipal scam; nothing to worry about.

Now, a few members of the pooney, cracker, gentrification squad have purchased some of these new-fangled ‘Otho from Beetlejuice’ houses built between the ghetto fodder, i.e. dilapidated churches with twenty or so squatters. I bet they smell teeeeeeeeeeerific. Stirred up butt and potted meat. It’s an educational drive.

With every trip, my kid learns more important life lessons than he ever would in a Texas public school. Things like:

• Either get good, or get good at it.
• Know when to throw in the towel, swallow your pride, humble yourself, and seek help.
• Don’t adopt a dog into your homeless repertoire; Yes, soccer-moms in traffic will feel generous, but that dog could be living just fine and dandy without satiating white-humanity’s inbred need to own another living thing. It’s not your pet, you’re not performing your basic “pet owner” duties by caring for the animal. It’s a slave to your misfortunes; someone to suffer alongside you. Caucasian logic. If you really gave a shit, you would find a field, teach that bastard to hunt, and satisfy both of your basic needs…but, you know; digression and such. It’s just cruel, but that’s my opinion.

In closing, I’ve never seen a white pimp before. In meth culture, they normally just call him “the boyfriend” or “Dad”. Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon. There ain’t no place I’d rather be than sex and date night and World War III.