tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58514532012-02-07T10:14:32.430-05:00<i>random musings of life inside and outside my übergentrified community</i>Girl in the Citynoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851453.post-1066629401056747782007-07-03T10:05:00.000-05:002009-01-27T12:34:36.858-05:00

I live in a gentrified neighborhood. You know, yuppies to the left of me--crackheads to the right...and folks like me in the middle.There used to be a garden next door where all the bums and winos would hang out and hoot and holler and carry on. The special days were when I would bring home company. Those were the days when they would really act out. One day I pulled up with some friends and they

Girl in the Citynoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851453.post-1068925241384801292007-07-03T10:01:00.000-05:002009-01-27T12:34:36.879-05:00

Finally got a new substance abuser in my life. You know how I get all my yard work done by the neighborhood crackhead/winos? As I said before, most of them have gone on to...greener pastures...but there's been one who's been bugging me for the past couple of years.I used to ignore him because he always got on my nerves. I could never really figure out what his issue was...if he was on drugs,

Girl in the Citynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851453.post-79813750264799033312007-07-03T09:23:00.000-05:002007-08-01T15:02:24.286-05:00

I saw my “new” neighbor as I got out of my car this evening. I noticed her coming out of her garage that is located in the alley adjacent to my house. She just kind of came out of no where and as I glanced at her she seemed to suddenly look off in the other direction and scurried off toward her home. The “new” neighbors are like that. They mostly seem to only talk to their own kind. Maybe they

Girl in the Citynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851453.post-1093404851067039282006-02-24T23:33:00.000-05:002007-07-05T21:55:33.221-05:00

Thanks to the city's over zealous gentrification efforts, I have no more bumz outside my window. Some might think that would be a good thing, but honestly, I had come to look forward to them and they've all just disappeared. The sad thing is that I think most of them have died. The only one left is Bobo and he's not even a bum, he's just developmentally disabled but he's the most active person on

Girl in the Citynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851453.post-1066887041947215992003-10-23T00:30:00.000-05:002009-01-27T12:34:36.891-05:00

I was parking my car to attend an event at the Convention Center a while back. When I parked my car beside a swelling group of wino/crackheads they turned around to gawk at me and I swear, for a sec, I felt like I was in a "Night of the Living Dead" movie. I almost expected to see one of them with a human foot hanging out of his mouth. They looked just that ghoulish.I felt really bad for them

Girl in the Citynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851453.post-1065754267877495382003-10-09T21:51:00.000-05:002009-01-27T12:34:36.942-05:00

I used to be a magnet for the crazy street people. No matter, where I was--pumping gas, getting out of my car, sitting on a bus, there was bound to be at least one crazy person nearby harassing me.The most whack experience happened about a decade or so ago while I was riding on a bus sitting next to a wino. I was kicking back, minding my own business but he wanted to talk to me. You know how

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