I noticed three women in their twenties move next door Thursday.
On my way to shul for Shalosh Sheudos this afternoon, I noticed a party beginning there.
"I’m gonna crash it!" I resolved.
I’m gonna overcome my fears and I’m gonna march up to the door and say, Hi, I’m Luke Ford and I want to be your moral leader.
So I took care of my moral obligations, rushed home, checked my email, grabbed three caffeine-free Diet Cokes from the frig and marched up to the door and said, "Hi, I’m your neighbor Levi. I wondered if I could introduce myself and crash your party."
I did and I could and I rocked it.
I love hanging out with the kids.
I wonder if any of these girls next door could do with some Torah/yoga/Alexander Technique/Aussie literature in their lives?
I was talking to these Teach for America women who work in East LA. "I bet you get the best prices on drugs," I said.
There was silence.
"I’m from Australia," I explained later. "We’ve very crude people. It’s not really my fault. It’s my convict genes."
I crushed my Diet Coke can and cruised to another group.
