SO I decided today that I live on the border of ghetto. Super nice complex, nice people, clean, organized. But next door and over the fence is the ghetto's of Gilbert, Arizona. I doubt that a single decent person lives there. Every single morning around 6:00 am (in case you didn't catch on that this happens in the morning) a truck goes by. This isn't an ordinary truck. This is a truck without a muffler and built up with something that makes it heard from about 15 miles away, give or take a few feet. And every morning that truck passes a car with a car alarm set to go off from who knows what. Either movement=the vibration of the car or motion. So every morning there's the VROOOOOOOOM and than the REE REE REE REE. and it's lovely. obviously.
About 2 weeks ago at 12:30 am I heard a lot of yelling. I paused what I was watching on my computer and walked over to the window. There were two cars and everyone in each car was outside walking in circles and yelling at each other. Something about "that bi*** stole my f***ing phone! That bi*** right there! That f***ing bi*** right there f***ing stole my f***ing phone." OVER and OVER again. In the middle of the night! For about 45 minutes, with music on in both cars. And several loud car door slams.
Another every day occurrence is crying babies. Everyone that knows me knows how badly I want a baby. These babies that cry, make me want to punch a baby. They WAIL. And they're not even babies, they're probably 3-5 years old. They wail and scream and holler and their parents do absolutely nothing but occasionally yell "HEY! if you don't stop right now..." followed by some consequence. Then they go back to laughing and talking with their friends.
Today, however, I had my first encounter with these people. I'm not rich. I'm not even cool. I literally sit home all day everyday with no friends and nothing to do. But just as they live in the sketch neighborhood next door and become the "annoying people in the ghetto", I live in the neighborhood over where every house is the same and we are "high maintenance stuck ups". I can't label them and not expect to be labeled back. So anyway, about 10 minutes ago this car pulls up and stops and turns on it's music. It's BLARING! No joke, exaggeration, this music had to be all the way up. It was so insanely loud. It started pissing of Jet, so I stood up and looked out to see what was going on. Right then this black lady looks up and sees me and yells "what the HE** are YOU lookin' at bi***? HUH? WHAT?". That's about when my heart stopped and dropped to the floor and soiled myself. Have you ever been yelled at by a big black angry woman? Oh man, it's not good. I'm pathetic. And it scared the willies out of me. While I laid there on the ground I listened to her go off at some other black guy about "every f***ing day I come home and look up and there's that f***ing bi*** lookin down at me. Who does she think she is, lookin' down at me like that? I never done NOTHIN' to THAT bi***. But EVERY day, there she is, lookin' down from up there at her f***ing window. WANNA COME OVER HERE BI***?"
I've never seen that lady before in my life.
I suspect she's the same lady from the phone fight. Just my opinion.
Maybe she thought I was Jet....
Life is good!
2 comments:
Holy cow! you're making ENEMIES! Woo HOO!
HAHAHA SO FUNNY!
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