Twiface Goes to Greenfield · 9:46pm Dec 29th, 2014
Greenfield, California is one of those small towns in the middle of nowhere that you pass through on your way to somewhere else. I have only been to Greenfield twice, both times on the same trip.
The first time I went to Greenfield, it was nighttime in the winter and it was too dark to see anything. We pulled into a gas station just off the freeway because I was tired of driving and wanted my mom to take over. We parked, switched drivers, then got back on the freeway and that was it.
This post is about the second time I went to Greenfield. This time we were coming from the other direction and it was in the late morning, so we could actually see stuff. We pulled into town because, again, I was tired of driving, and because both my mother and I needed to use the restroom. We started looking for a *safe* place to park and pee, but we quickly became lost because neither of us knew where we were going and I made a bunch of wrong turns. We soon found ourselves in one of those shady neighborhoods where the lawns are overgrown and the people look like gangstas. Seeing no other place to make a quick turn-around, I drove into a gravel alley (Bad idea) and then into the driveway of this apartment/house thingy (A duplex? I couldn’t tell).
Then my mom said something along the lines of, “We should get out of here as soon as we can,” in that tone that women use when they want to indirectly inform you that you’ve fucked up.
I felt a sharp pang of guilt that lasted until we were back on the highway, but I tried to suppress it because I was more interested in staring at the graffiti on the wall. Although I tried not to show it, I knew that we were both scared as hell because we both knew that alleys such as these are where people are most likely to get jumped by cholos.
Suddenly, I realized that I had just come to the wrong neighborhood, motherfucker.
xD