Chinese Unwelcomtries

He wiped the water spot off of his phone with a blue thermal sleeve. He had managed to find shelter from the rain under a fire escape. Still occassional drops hit him on the head, hands, and shoulders, always with unreasoned surprise. Another merciless rain drop hit his phone. He wiped it with his palm and typed the last bit of a sentence.

Production waited around with hands in pockets. They were not wanted here, in this little alley street in Chinatown. Hair salons and manicurists ran down the narrow roadway in binary form. The store owners were all out, some sitting in folding chairs, others riding the edge of the sidewalk, waiting impatiently for the camera and crowd to go away. One stood in the street smoking a cigarette in an orange wife-beater. He had a white streak through his spiked hairs and he made native threats at the production. Soon he ran over to the front of his shop, picked an aluminum chair and beat on it like a drum. This encouraged the other owners and all at once they were clanging with trash can lids, blocks and nightsticks. Still he waited under the fire escape wondering what these Chinese people were doing. Was it a protest or perhaps a rain ritual? He considered both seriously. After a few minutes it was obviously not a cultural thing, but a temperance thing. The banging never stopped. And the production moved.

Congratulations Dave! Even though you'll be working for a community that once hanged people because of witchcraft. Kalju- what can I say, we will miss you. Even a shit day, can give you a nice 22nd floor view of the city. Mta- thank you for breaking down and making my eye all twitchy. Did I say thank you? My bad, fuck you from the bottum of my heart......Yes I made unwelcomtry up. So what!