Welcome to the Ghettos, we got Thugs and Gangs
So I’m starting this email off with trying to upload like, 8 pictures, so I don’t know how well they’re gonna turn out, sorry folks.
We’ve been having some success with people, but mostly, people haven’t been home, and so we’ve spent a lot of time trying to find new people. We do this thing where I have to use a random word they give me in my little greeting spiel. Which makes it pretty fun. I’m having a good time doing the work, but as far as stories, I don’t know, my memory sucks, so I’m gonna go through my journal and tell these stories as I’m learning them myself. Let’s roll.
At the end of P-Day, we were going out to dinner with this member in our ward, Sister Early. And she took us to a buffet place, and Elder Marler loads up on seafood. Now, Sister Early HATES seafood. She despises just hearing the SOUND of it being eaten. And Elder Marler is unaware. And we see he’s gotten himself some crawfish. We ask him how to eat those shelly boys, and he starts telling us all the details. Now, out of the corner of my eye I see Sister Early go to take a bite of her food, hear him describe the slurping out of the crawfish meat, and watch her drop her fork onto her plate, and sit back it traumatic disgust. I almost laughed, but caught myself and asked her if she was a fan of seafood. And that’s how we found out that she hated it, and then Elder Marler had to proceed to whisper us the instructions of crawfish consumption. She didn’t eat well the rest of the night, sorry Sister Early.
Tuesday Highlights:
- Talked to a gang leader
- Popped a bike tire
Moving on, Elder Marler was making potatoes. Classic lunch. But I look away FOR TWO MINUTES, and I look back, and I see him pouring the last couple drops of the orange juice directly into the pan. We lock eyes. No noise, just the sound of potatoes frying in OJ. “Elder Marler, is that ORANGE JUICE?” “You don’t need to worry about it.” And we didn’t talk about it. I just went back to eating cereal.
Wow nothing else has really happened this week, I’m already looking through Saturday and there’s not really anything wild. I mean, when we went to grab food one night, this dude just walked up to us and was like, “You see that lady over there? She’s a HUNDERD YEARS OLD” And I spell it “hunderd” because that’s how he said it. Like, cool man, glad to know that. Then he just walked away. So that happened.
I was gonna wait to bring this up when I find out that I’m leaving Lawton, but this place straight up has the ghettos. Like you got the center part of town, and it’s a kinda nice place, but the further out you get, the sketchier it gets. Literally, the area code is called the “Shady 580” because it’s exactly that. Shady. “The Lawton Lullaby” is when you’re going to bed and all you can hear are police sirens, which you can hear almost anytime you stop and listen. Sorry mom, but if I’m gonna get shot on my mission, it’ll be here. Straight up. Hope that’s making things a bit spicier.
Yeah I got nothing else this week. Sorry that the well ran dry, but she’ll fill up by next Monday. Thanks for reading this, and I hope it was able to keep your interest for the whole time.
Pictures: We got my recreation of a famous art piece, but with silly putty I found in my suit coat pocket, my recreation of Target ad signs, and then the new gang in town. Which is gonna be us.
Over and Out
