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Entering Tsunami Hazard Zone
In case of tsunami, Ines and all her records, were fucked. It was increasingly amusing to Ines that she lived on the same block as the aquarium store that as a child had given her nightmares on account that the shark aisle and the goldfish aisle were adjacent. Ines' recurring childhood fear was that a large earthquake would occur when they were in the aquarium shop buying fish food for her father's elaborate fresh water aquarium and that she would be eaten alive by the sharks who would be let out of their tanks. She was absolutely terrified of sharks on account of seeing Jaws at the age of 3 or 4. (Your father does not drink, or smoke, or do drugs, her mother liked to state, but he enjoys his fish) Ines thought that her father cared more about the symbosis of his fish tank than his own family with the time and care he gave to his aquarium. Every Saturday while her mother worked, her father would drag her to the aquarium store to buy frozen brine shrimp for his heathen. In return, he would take her to a toy store after. (Ines always thought he should have been a diplomat, not a mathematician.) When she was really young, he would not let her wait in the car while he went in, so she stood nervously in the front near the hamsters. (She never knew why rodents were kept near the front, but this perhaps explained how she wound up having hamsters at a later age.) If there were no sharks, she would walk through the aisles of tanks with her dad, clutching his hand with gusto, and he'd point out the different fish, naming each one. Ines was quite fond of neon tetras, and was subsequently disappointed to learn that they were fresh water fish, not salt water, and once her father made the transition to salt water fish, they could no longer have fresh water fish. The aquarium store at the end of her block where she now lived had been a favorite of her father's when he had a fresh water tank, but after he graduated up the social ladder to salt water fish, he no longer had a need to visit. Instead, he would wake up at the crack of dawn to go to the airport to watch the exotic fish trade arrive. Ines' Saturdays were freed up from needing to go the store. When she moved down the block from it 20 something years later, she nodded with remembrance, but never stopped inside. She passed it daily, but it wasn't like she saw it, or had any curiosity to discover if the shark tank and goldfish tanks were still adjacent, and if this terrified any other children. Ines simply ignored the store. Ines didn't understand her father's passion for fish as a child and as a grown woman, still felt deeply ambivalent about the hours wasted gazing into tanks when they could have been walking a dog or throwing balls to each other. Then one night, Gwen picked Ines up for dinner and Ines noticed the sign, "Leaving Tsunami Hazard Zone." It was a few feet in front of the aquarium shop. She craned her neck and saw on the other side of the street, the exact sign but instead of LEAVING, it stated, ENTERING. "Gwen! There's new tsunami signs!" Gwen lived a block from the beach. "In case of a tsunami, I'm really screwed," she admitted and Ines started cackling until she couldn't breathe. Tears were streaming down her face. "We could meet up at Red Hot Video in case of emergency. It's outside of the hazard zone." Red Hot was the area's notorious porn shop that still advertised the Paris Hilton sex tape on the window and had done so since Ines moved in, 3 years before. Gwen was laughing too. "Or the aquarium!" "No!" Ines howled. "I never want to go there again. In case of tsunami, I would get eaten by sharks...fulfilling my childhood fear of the place." As Gwen dropped her off, Ines wiped the laughter off her cheeks, she was convulsing as she walked through her door and collapsed on her futon, which squeaked as it was still broken from the 300 pound guy who had shifted a little too hard on it, or the last time she had sex with the composer a little too vigorously, and the tears of joy flooded her whole face until she was covered in giggles. "Come experience life in the tsunami hazard zone!" she thought of texting her friend.Paris "Thats Hot"
Why did I decided Paris? Not long ago I watched a video from the Wooster Collective website about Pixacao (a Brazilian form of tagging) and the person narrating the video said something along the lines of "I'd rather you hate me than ignore me". After listening to the video I realized our society there are people whom are not necessary graffiti artist but still live their life by the same way, that is; love to be hated. In this case I decided to focus on Paris Hilton, she is the bitch everyone loves to hate. I'm looking forward to painting them when I get some free time, but for now they are only sketches with my trusty blue Kilometrico in my blackbook.
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