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Friday, March 17, 2006
This is the kind of neighborhood I work in: A few days ago I got off my El stop in the morning and turned the corner on to the street I work on and there was a guy holding a few half-filled plastic amber prescription pill bottles in his hands. There was this rough looking street woman grabbing at him and he was fending her off. She was trying to grab at the pills, but he was insistent on rebuffing her, so she started trying to wheedle and deal with him. I had to walk around them and as I passed I saw him hold up the bottle of pills she wanted and I heard him say, "for these you got to pay money."This is the kind of neighborhood I live in: I came home tonight and there was a guy (bum) standing in the alley by the gate to the back stairs up to my place, he was standing facing the back wall of the laudromat, pissing on the wall and the side of the dumpster. I saw him when I first stepped into the alley and he was peeing the whole time it took me to approach the gate to my stairs. I was putting my key in the lock and he was shaking off, and zipping up, then he started walking toward me as two streams of his urine ran out from under the dumpster to the middle of the street. He said something to me that I didn't understand. He was filthy, and was missing most of his bottom teeth. I had to ask him what he was saying. "Sorry," he repeated. But he wasn't GENUINELY sorry, because when I laughed he explained further, and there was absolutely no remorse about him. It was something gleeful about how you got to go when you got to go.
Brian 6:31 PM
