I was driving around LA the other night and I realized it. I was looking for a taco truck I think. Or maybe I was looking for something else. On the radio was The Beatles “Oh! Darling”, and I was in East LA; a city I have grown to love and a city that has grown to love me. We have grown to love you El Bandini? Ha! How preposterous! The city does not love. The city is just like that lightning bolt that came from the sky the other night that destroyed that poor woman’s roof. The city is indifferent to love. The city is just the new wilderness.
Well, I was in this new wilderness, and I found myself unable to get out of my car. I just drove and drove and I passed taco truck after taco truck. I wanted to get out of my car, pull out my camera, and get back into the game, but I couldn’t. I got an eerie feeling and I felt strange and lonely. I had lost my taco mojo.I felt uneasy about the darkness and the shapes that formed the city. It was as if the city had finally figured me out. I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore. I left El Bandini at the corner of City Terrace and Pomeroy St and drove home.
This was several months ago. I thought the mojo might come back, but it hasn’t. So rather than just go quiet, I thought it was best to tell anyone who still reads the blog that there will be no more updates.
So, thanks to everyone who read the blog over the years. Thanks to my friend Shelby Lewis. And most of all thanks to all the taco truck workers and taqueros out there that work so hard.
Oh, and one more thing – fuck you Taco Bell!