24 April 1915

I saw this sign four days ago and I still got a ticket! 70 dollars down the drain. I had vowed to never get another parking ticket after paying 500 dollars in parking tickets last month. I set my alarm clock and everything so I could wake up on Thursday morning and move my car so I didn't get ticketed.

Qian woke me up a few minutes before 6:00 AM so I could go move my car. I said "A few more minutes," she hit snooze, and then we fell back asleep.

Two more Snooze button taps later and it's a little after 6:30 AM. I get up, put on my shoes and a sweater and go outside. When I walk out the door I see a fucking Parking Enforcement Officer and he has written tickets on the four cars parked in front of mine so I knew I had gotten a ticket.

I wanted to destroy that fake porker! Man I was so pissed but I got over it pretty quickly. Really wasn't shit I could do and he's just trying to feed his family. I park my car (TWO blocks away), go home, and wrestle with Qiannie Pie until she goes off to work.

At around 11:30 AM chants of "SHAME ON TURKEY" and "NEVER AGAIN" translated in English and Armenian drowned out "The Way I do My Life" by Sir Joe Quarterman & Free Soul playing through my speakers. I look out the window and I see at least a couple thousand people walking down Normandie Avenue carrying signs that read "Forgive but Never Forget" and "No More Genocide."

It was beautiful. To see a people rally and march for a common goal a common cause which www.armenian-genocide.org says is to "increase public awareness of the crime, and denial, and their lasting effect our times."Something another race of people, a race of people I'm apart of, should be doing. But I'm no one tell anyone what they should be doing.

I took a few flicks of the march. It was too beautiful....and I forgot all about my parking ticket.
Until I have to pay that shit! DAMN!!!