afrique du sud, 1981 by chris steele perkins
omg…
it was so HOT yesterday.
like the hinges on the gates of hell
it felt like i was receiving 1,000 hot blazing sun lashes on my bare, tired, back
i just knew i would keel over from heat stroke. right there in the mcdonalds line. *bam* drop dead in a puddle of my own sweat.
the poor kid at the counter didn’t even know what to do with himself when i charged through his doors looking like id been roasting over a slow spitfire. for 10 hours.
all i wanted was an extra large iced tea. it wasn’t too much to ask for. yet i was in line for almost 30 mins doing nothing in particular but breathing hot flames through my nose.
lawd have mercy.
i could have gotten arrested in mcdonalds yesterday. i was thisclose.
i may just have to start carrying a minature battery operated fan and a spray bottle of water like a senior citizen.
you may laugh. but at least i wont be panting down your neck in the mickey d’s line like a poodle who just ran the kentucky derby.
2 months ago