Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I'm so Hooooood......
"...If you get closer to my house, then you know what I'm talkin' bout"
I live in the hood (light-weight, as my brother says). I didn't want to admit it at first. I told my friends and family it is a neighborhood in a transition period.
I should have known, seeing that there are 2 Marta bus stops, each within a block of our place. But I denied it. Oh, those sneakers hanging over the telephone wire? That's nothing. Someone must have thrown up a pair by accident, I told myself.
Well, last night as I was repainting an old desk (I left the garage door open for ventilation), I realized that I definately live in the hood. A woman who may have been on crack or maybe she had some kind of mental disorder, stood at the bottom of my driveway asking me something. Her speech was slurred and unintelligible. At first I didn't know what she was doing or who she was talking to. So I stared at her for a minute. When I realized, I closed the garage door. So much for ventilation.
She probably thinks I am a rude heifer, and probably with good reason. That was the equivalent of slamming the door in someone's face, right? Well, she shouldn't have been at my driveway. What if she would have walked up in there?
That would have been really uncomfortable.