Saturday, September 25, 2010

The things I hear outside my window in the hood...

Cats fighting...

"Shut the FUCK UP BITCH!" (girl screams)

(a long inhale) cough cough cough

latin techno dance music

little children playing and arguing, momma says: "Boy, I'mma bust you up!"

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, you've taken me in against your will. And I walk around, and observe Manhattan's craziest. The subway is this tube where tired people are shaken up and rocket shipped under the world, and it has hence Yahtzed out a few crazies. This morning, I was waiting for the A train at 6:45 in the morning (yeah, the pub I'm a waitress in serves breakfast and opens for the futbol games in Britain at 7am.) This guy was yelling so severely at absolutely no one, saying things like "you better not look at me you FUCK. I swear to GOD I'll fuck your ass up! etc. etc." It made me feel angry too. And then the other night this mentally handicap guy was listening to his phone boombox, and thrashing himself madly against both doors of the subway, yelling the same 3 pitches excitedly. This indian woman was sitting close to him and stifling laughter. I looked at her and I gave her the eyes like "you're gonna go to hell...don't  you do it!" stifling laughter myself.

This is not my beautiful house...