Urban Urbane Antenna

Acquaintances on my street have chickens they give us 3 doz eggs at a time. I made hummus and gave them some to try. They essentially refused it. It's as if I was offering my body. This happens to me all the time with people. Is it that I like strange foods or offering food to a couple, where it is the wife's job to cook, is like asking to sleep with the husband?

Listening to Radio Classique and the dealer talking on the phone since 4 AM I squat down next to the Venetian blinds in the dark to hear. Just out of earshot. I hear snippets about an address near the liquor store. I'm sure they're moving. The red hot red buildings are on the police radar.