Wednesday, December 30, 2015

bad nabes

"Good fences make good neighbors." old and apparently untrue adage...

hola, 
SM and i were discussing the odd nabes we have had over the years so here is a short list for you to compare...

berkeley condo,,,
a trifecta here. one guy into S&M who liked to get whipped via visiting wimmin with his patio doors open for all to hear...another who nailed a bookcase to a common wall for 12 hours until we complained and the kicker, upstairs nabes who had a bedroom above ours and routinely dropped a bowling ball..a Bowling Ball right over our heads almost every nite about 3 ayrm and of course then denied it...

berkeley house,, ...
given this we did due dilligence with our next purchase.even went so far as to get local police reports of the nabe before moving in. as luck would have it within a week of moving in there were several drug related homicides a mere block away this vendeta went on a few weeks plus they often spat at or on SM during her daily walks, plus our elderly next door nabe had dementia or something and was constantly forgetting where she lived and whenever we helped her surly dottir would glare or curse at us..luckily the noisy daycare beyond our back fence,that  we were unaware if closed soon after we  moved in.

brooktrails rental (above Willits)....
a quiet blonde family of four had a lot of visitors, a LOT of visitors, who only stayed a few minutes or so. drug dealers apparently but then jobs were scarce up there..
brroktrails purchase..
okay so i was only the only other blakc man in rthe subdivision and people kept asking me about puppets, the other guy was smaller darker and older than i, okay that people shot off their new guns every Xmas despite the presence of kids and the sheriff laughed this off when we called, okay that bears and deer routinely got into the trashbins what was NOT okay that some paranoid woman accused SM of starting a MILITIA when she went around getting signatures about a proposed safe fire road..and our closest nabes believed her and stopped talking to us with no explanations and their kids ran away when we waved..and NOT okay was our new next door nabe,a ex fireman from Colorado, set a large brush fire in his backyard then went into town for beer while the wind shifted blowing the fire towards other houses including our....sigh...

santa  cruz rental...
just a place to start while we sold old home and sought a new one. small concrete units with a common wall on a cluster of four, we were on the end with only one wall betwixt...mostly quiet for awhile except that the male next door slammed doors so hard the whole unit shook, he did this frequently then we began hearing odd C3PO robotic noises..turns out he had Tourettes, fair enough as we are also disabled by various maladies then it escalated when his mother came over every day and they got into her car, parked outside our open bedroom window, and smoked while the engine ran and flooded our bedroom with carbon monoxide..this continued despite our routine complains. 

anata cruz home ....
so we move into a senior mobile home park, should be quiet right?.....apparently men of a certain age believe that it is their God Given Right to make as much woodworking noise as possible whenever possible,a bear constant serenade of rotary swa, drill, hacksaws et al.. i joke that i expect to see the Taj Mahal rising behind their units,AS IF.....and then there is our token "Nazi" who screams out his window when he thinks people are driving by too fast and once looked over our back fence,OUR FENCE INTO OUR YARD, and growled "Whatcoo .doin!".. and so it goes....

mind  the gap 
namste 
mega..

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Times Square NYC

"New York, if ya can fake it here ya can fake it anywhere." Fred Allen, 40s radio icon.

hola,
yesterday while waiting for the national news i stumbled across a bubbly blonde touring a squeaky clean lower Manhattan...long aged sigh. for decades Time Square used to be the fetid open sewer of lower Manhattan.

get off the subway and look north towards the NY Times bldg V intersection and on the right is the was museum where i saw a sailor get a blowjob one slow afternoon...to the right is where i saw my first James Bond film then a decade later the unsexy but very popular Deep Throat.the Theater District is also a few block north as is the security heavy Diamond District..along 42nd to the east is a few block past the porn shops(where i bought my first nudist magazines)  is the famous New York Central Library (a fave) and Grand Central but turn to look west and...you find a series of "grindhouses" cinemas showing B Movies and 3rd to 5th run films in triple/quadruple features (cheaper than an SRO. feet up cause the rat infested places reek with optional free blowjobs in every balcony) next to these are ethnic fast foods, greasy spoon diners,shabby dive bars  and more porn shops.

 continue past this and on the infamous 8th Avenue you find the totally perverse Port Authority Bus Terminal on the right where the pimps recruit and the grifters gather and to the left is a mile of so of junkies offering any perversity you can afford and plenty of alleys and SRO to perform the. there was also a White Castle which offer burger sliders 24/7 if you had the balls or desperation to enter.

i ate there often when not eatting a gyro or knish or corned beef sandwich nearby.where was i? oh right, one afternoon as is was in T.S.(being  there were only tow movies in Harlem both on 125th and one was the rowdy Apollo and a third on 145th (where Malcom X was killed, that closed when i was about ten.).so, being a movie buff i went to T.S. a lot.anyway i saw a guy in a suit fall down in front of me with a heart attack or fit,...

 then another white guy in a suit kneels down to help then seconds later another guy in a suit knells to possibly aid them but instead i spot him lifting both heir wallets in broad daylight. knowing that pickpockets travel in packs and often use distractions, i clutched my wallet and backed the fuck outta there. reason #143 about why i left NYC...

mind the gap
nam,ste 
mega
happy? 2016.