The fat ignorant hog upstairs is still selfish enough to assume that she is the only resident of this building, and continues to stomp around as loud as she wants as a result of these narrow thoughts.
There's an essential emergency every 30 minutes between the hours of 12:00 am and 9:00 am that the fire department next door seemingly just has to attend to.
This place always smells like some weird cooked food I can never put my finger on.
I'd say that I'm all alone in this just to sound more pathetic, but that isn't true at all. I just get the bigger headache from it all.
Today I thought I'd do something simple like get lunch.
Boy was I wrong.
Question:
What about ' Hey pretty lady' or 'Sup beautiful?' in your disturbing broken ebonics makes you think that just because you've said these oh so romantic phrases to me would make me want to skip happily home with you?
Before hopping on the 6 train downtown, I stop at the deli to check how much money is dwindling in the balances of my checking account. Of course, some cro-magnon cretin in his bleach stained hoodie and plaster covered jeans shadows me inside; and proceeds to ask if I like "rock music".
Did I somehow trip into a wormhole and travel back to 1963? I hope not. Elvis sucked then.
Tired of being harassed in my own neighborhood, I bitterly tell him to mind his own, and fuck off. Irritatedly I slide my credit card down the telling machine, and await my negative balance.
Like a crow pursuing a bit of silver, this moron neither ceases nor desists.
Pushing whichever buttons the machine wants to work on this wretched thing, " Im sorry miss, I- Im a record producer a-and I was just seeing --" My mind stops. My ears stop. My logic, ceases to work.
Did you ever have to do that experiment in high-school chemistry class, where you drop a mentos into a bottle of diet coke-a-cola? Well if you haven't, the soda will explode all over you in a fizzy mess. That's exactly what happened to my brain at that moment in time.
Only my time had stopped. I could see myself screaming at this poor fool, but my voice was not my own. my sight was not my own. Essentially I was not my own. I had somehow transported into a fishbowl of a world where I was watching myself like on a television.
Im so sick of it.
Im so sick of all of it.
Im so sick of all of you
2 comments:
i hate living in my shit hole brooklyn neighborhood for that exact reason.
every day from 7 am - 4 pm the illegal immigrants line my street hoping for someone to pick them up so they can earn a little cash.
as i walk to the subway or the deli or the store, i always hear things like "oooo mamiii" "sek-say" or "bonita bonita." its especially worse when you're crossing the street and someone literally gets up in your face and says something like "gorgeous."
i work in brooklyn heights but the F line lets me off at jay street/borough hall which really means FULTON STREET MALL. lets just say i've been called everything from "white bitch" to "snowflake" as i walk to work. so awesome.
if you've ever thrown bread into a pond and watched ducks or fish swarm the bread like its the only thing they're going to eat that day...thats exactly what any attractive female goes through on any given block. >.<
Haha, dude, awful.
I live on avenue C know, so you can only imagine my disgust. im so glad someone out there feels my angst.
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