I've been having problems getting on the site lately. My browser is acting abit whacky with just this site, so I can't figure out if the problem is on my end or theirs. Ahh well...
I have to get out of this place. And by "this place" I mean the apartment complex in which I live.
I'm terribly hung-over, and had the pleasure of waking to a rusted old truck coming to a screeching halt just below my window. The guy gets out, starts pounding, and I mean full-body-contact-pounding on the neightbors door, demanding that she open up. She opens, arguement ensues. Listening in, I confirmed my suspicion that she was a crack whore when her sexual exploits of being double-teamed by so and so during all night coke binges came up. The Mexicans she lives with (I think they live there, otherwise, they spend a shit load of time there) were out in the lot fixing their car that has been sitting there for weeks...finally. Clearly, they were enjoying the show as much as I was until they got involved. The two guys (another guy I didn't see got out of the truck) yelling at the girl turned to one of the Mexicans and asked if he knew anything about this shit. The Mexican replied that he was going to tell him "after the holidays". More screaming, swearing, racial slurring and children crying ensued.
I lovingly recall the day she moved in next door to us, ambling over to my door in a slighly "zombie like" fashion while I munched on a bowl of Ramen and watched Shark vs. Croc. She asked to use my phone since she didn't have one at her place yet; a reasonable request. Then she followed it up by asking me if I was a cop, and reminding me that if I was, I was under obligation to say so. She's about my age, pretty dumpy looking, but she seems nice...just abit paranoid. So I say "No" and she proceeds to use my phone to call her drug dealer who happens to be out of town. Distraught, she begins begging me for drugs. I tell her I have nothing, not even pain killers and she prods further by saying she'll pay "anything". I remind her that I have nothing. She comments on liking our furniture and asks if I want to sell any of it. At this point I'm ushering her out the door and she looks like she's about to cry...or maybe like she'd been crying all afternoon. I couldn't really tell the difference.
Since then, screaming children, shouting matches, and Mexicans staring at us when we enter or leave our building have been the reason I can't stand living here any longer.
I have to get out of this place. And by "this place" I mean the apartment complex in which I live.
I'm terribly hung-over, and had the pleasure of waking to a rusted old truck coming to a screeching halt just below my window. The guy gets out, starts pounding, and I mean full-body-contact-pounding on the neightbors door, demanding that she open up. She opens, arguement ensues. Listening in, I confirmed my suspicion that she was a crack whore when her sexual exploits of being double-teamed by so and so during all night coke binges came up. The Mexicans she lives with (I think they live there, otherwise, they spend a shit load of time there) were out in the lot fixing their car that has been sitting there for weeks...finally. Clearly, they were enjoying the show as much as I was until they got involved. The two guys (another guy I didn't see got out of the truck) yelling at the girl turned to one of the Mexicans and asked if he knew anything about this shit. The Mexican replied that he was going to tell him "after the holidays". More screaming, swearing, racial slurring and children crying ensued.
I lovingly recall the day she moved in next door to us, ambling over to my door in a slighly "zombie like" fashion while I munched on a bowl of Ramen and watched Shark vs. Croc. She asked to use my phone since she didn't have one at her place yet; a reasonable request. Then she followed it up by asking me if I was a cop, and reminding me that if I was, I was under obligation to say so. She's about my age, pretty dumpy looking, but she seems nice...just abit paranoid. So I say "No" and she proceeds to use my phone to call her drug dealer who happens to be out of town. Distraught, she begins begging me for drugs. I tell her I have nothing, not even pain killers and she prods further by saying she'll pay "anything". I remind her that I have nothing. She comments on liking our furniture and asks if I want to sell any of it. At this point I'm ushering her out the door and she looks like she's about to cry...or maybe like she'd been crying all afternoon. I couldn't really tell the difference.
Since then, screaming children, shouting matches, and Mexicans staring at us when we enter or leave our building have been the reason I can't stand living here any longer.
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darlingnikky:
nice pic 
luckylee:
Come on man, I'd pay for that kind of entertainment. 
Just think... why go to the movies? You can just have some friends over drink a few and watch the neighbors. If things get boring, see what kind of tricks you can get the local crack whore to do for $0.63. Add a video camera, and you have a new MTV show, or competition for Bumfights.... just remember, it was my idea... I want a small cut.
Just think... why go to the movies? You can just have some friends over drink a few and watch the neighbors. If things get boring, see what kind of tricks you can get the local crack whore to do for $0.63. Add a video camera, and you have a new MTV show, or competition for Bumfights.... just remember, it was my idea... I want a small cut.