Sausage making as transgression

I imagine that in the suburbs (or even just some nicer parts of town) the social pressure that spawns home owner associations and pristine-but-useless gardens is heavy enough that it keeps neighbors in line, curtails fleeting thoughts of random experiments, and dampens any nascent creative urge. If that’s not the case it appears to be so; how else can you explain the overwhelming sense of void? Empty sidewalks, lawns without a single footprint, porch furniture fresh out of its packaging, curtains pulled to hide that which is lacking. Somehow, the residents of the burbs have been bludgeoned into a stupor of resignation: nothing risked, nothing lost.
Lincoln Heights can sometimes seem that way as well, but that feeling doesn’t usually last very long. This week I came upon the sight of a full fledged prodution of sausages and other jerky meats, right on someones porch. That threw me for a loop. There’s gotta be some other crazy and creative going-ons inside all these homes, at least we get an occasional glimpse into these hidden worlds. We’ll be less likely to turn up on tv resolutely ignorant of our neighbors, saying “I never thought that could happen here”, shaking our collective heads at the latest moral impropriety: we will have known all along.
Now that Hot Topics caters to the needs of your average busy working punk on the go, the D.I.Y. moniker needs a new home. I propose it takes a rest stop at this address, no doubt it’ll be better suited than on the half-wits at some lame ass magazine.