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Monday, March 21, 2005
The Vernal Equinox Arrives On 38th Street
Well, of course there are flowers...a row of jonquils across the front of the porch, and pansies. Then, too, it's nice and warm...and birds are cheeping and beeping. All of that. However, 38th Street celebrates the Vernal Equinox in it's own special way. The festivities kicked off as I sat on the sofa finally reading yesterday's paper. There it was, screaming and yelling from across the street, nothing so outrageous as to trigger my get-up-and-look alarm, just noise. Then it suddenly escalated right up and off the chart. Woooo! I mean some screaming, and the screamer was a man. I jumped up to look. Upstairs on her balcony one of the whores fought the pimp. He gripped her wrist, trying to hold her at arm's length and I thought, "What a knucklehead to scream like that. My goodness; he's twice her size." Then I saw the knife. She had a great big butcher knife and struggled to free her hand in order to stab the guy. Eventually he managed to reach the door and jumped inside, slamming the door behind him. Now she was screaming...on and on and on and on and on.....pounding on the door and screaming.
Meanwhile, below them on the sidewalk in a row of kitchen chairs, sat all the usual suspects. During the fracas with the knife, not one of the chair sitters even bothered to turn a head and look. They just stared lazily into the street, doing nothing, slumped in their chairs, arms hanging down, all of them slowly chewing gum with their mouths open. The screaming woman, however, finally got on one fellow's nerves. With no show of emotion, without even looking, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a short gun, aimed it up and back, generally toward the loud woman...and pulled the trigger, then calmly repocketed his piece. The gun noise was deafening, just one shot, but loud. She shut up.
Yes indeed, sounds of spring on 38th Street; a ho knife-fighting a screaming pimp and then gunfire.
Monday, March 21, 2005 - 9:52 PM
Name:
Tessa
My God! If you saw that shooting in a film, you would think it was a comedy. You can hardly believe that people can behave like that. Suppose the idiot had actually shot the woman on the balcony, what would have happened next?
You really ought to put your Blog into a book. I'm sure "38th Street" would be a best seller!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005 - 10:16 AM
Name:
doubledog
Not only can I believe it, I can become very blase'...."Oh, yeah, another gun shot, yawn."
Last night was a bright, nearly full moon and shots rang out several times between bedtime and this morning. Pork Chop, more recently moved here than I, had a bad night. Woke up barking nervously, growled under her breath as she walked around the downstairs. I could follow her progress with the sound of those little doggie toenails clicking on tile. She'll get over that. In a few months, it will take a lot of serious screaming to get her up and woofing.
One woman over there moved herself and her children out at Christmas time. I sat on my porch and talked to her while she waited outside for the U-Haul truck. She said her children were afraid to sleep in bed because of gunshots coming through walls. They slept on the floor by the closet. She was tired of living like in a Mafia war, wanted her children to relax at night and sleep in their beds...so they moved out and that's when the ho's and the pimp moved in.
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