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..

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.

Sarah Palin acts Funny???? video

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the False Flag formula...

http://disinfo.com/2015/12/false-flag-formula-15-ways-detect-false-flag-operation/

see 9-11
JFK
Gulf  of Tonkin
Remember the Maine etc etc etc

DNC satruday nite dead

http://disinfo.com/2015/12/final-2015-democractic-debate/

how 2 survive a mass shooting

http://disinfo.com/2015/12/5-ways-avoid-killed-mass-shooting/

"democracy" 4 sale elections

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selling XMAS still...

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ooopsy Cipotle E.Coli

http://disinfo.com/2015/12/cdc-investigating-new-e-coli-strain-at-chipotle/

"everything you KNOW is Wromg"....

"We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.”

 

http://disinfo.com/2015/12/did-ex-cia-director-william-casey-really-say-this/

Eat the rich, TAX the Church....

http://disinfo.com/2015/12/tax-religious-organizations/

Other Gods

http://disinfo.com/2015/12/the-other-gods/

OUTRAGEOUS!

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BIG OIL climate change "research"

"military justice " sic

she dreamed an innocent black man into prison for 28 years while cops destroyed real evidence....long weary year end sigh

the stones

'I AM A STONE, I GO WHERE I AM KICKED.: Chinese proverb....

hola, 
apparently the family name was not always stone, i am the 3G version of same.

Big John Stone
i know almost nothing about him except rumor was he fled the Deep South and changed his name to avoid arrest or something. my fathers mother died when he was a teen and his second wife was a thin scared woman but a good cook. he was my sized before 1968 about 6 foot 7 and 300 plus pounds.i had no idea i even had a living grandfather until he came to my fathers funeral, later we spent two weeks in Raleigh NC one summer and it was rural hadscrabble.i was not told when he died as Mother did not like him, too much in size and temperment to her own father?

Charles nee Charlie B. Stone 
 born in 1917, mother died just before he joined th army in WWW2 , had a bad and VA ignored case of PTSD and could neither hold a steady job nor stop drinking altho he was an excellent cook and would serve mother breakfast in bed Sundays when he was allowed home.  

mother once let it slip that after WW2 father had returned to the U$A NOT to her but to another woman in Philly by whom he sired a son name Clifford before finding mother in Harlem, which might account for some of her eternal resentment towards him . memory has him dying at 38 the same year i was mouth raped in day car, Catholic day care Joseph P.Kennedy  Jr.  Catholic day care....

me
 i was born a block from the famous Apllo Theatre off 125th st at Sideham Hospital which was tron down shortly thereafter. we were among the first arrivals at the just built Abraham Lincoln Project (1948 or 49) on 135th st and Madison Avenue, the poor uptown sector of Mad Av which got seedy arounfd110th st where Central Park ends.i did not tak until after i was walking, maybe just short of two? my first words were "See light." as i have noted before and i have dedicated to seeing the light ever since...i hope.  so now you know,more about my youth a lil later..

mind the gap
namste
mega

MITHC 70S NYC

"TAHT''S WHERE THE MONEY IS."FAMOUS BANK ROBBER WILLIE SUTTON'S REPOINSE TO WHY HE RIBBED BANS..

HOLA,
a bit on context, i had a temp X Mas job on Gold st,a few blocks away from Wall St and i has fun doing retails sales at a small department store there...among my fellow coworker temps was a blond Jewish kid named Mitch who everyone thot was dim and a slacker..as luck would have it we both lunched at a nearby Irish tavern which had the best corned beef and cabbage and we started talking, turns out Mitch was neither dim nor a slacker and i was amazed by what he told me.

now his parents were reasonably well off to have a summer home in Miami, which was the custom in those days..unlike his parents he talked to the help, mostly Cuban gardeners and pool boys and in exchange they introduced him to smoking weed...when he got back to school in NYC he gave samples of said weed to his schoolmates and they were happy...so Mitch had an idea to use his Cuban connections to buy bulk weed, with his generous allowance, and resell it in NYC, which he did for awhile and made mad money. so one day his farther is going thru his room looking for porn or whatever and finds a bank book which show Mitch has more cash in the bank than he does...so her turned Mitch in and Mitch got probation and the cash confiscated, Mitch laughed as he said this as his father had only found ONE of hid bank accounts and he was just killing time until he hit 18....

now i have never made any secret of my love of LSD and Mitch was sunned that i had never even tried coke and made it his mission to correct this oversight (sic)..

so once day after work we go to this dingy tenement near the Filmore East and go up dark grimy steps to an apartment where Mitch knocks and we enter to find several large men with machine guns and a head sized lump of cocaine. Mitch has to verify that i was not a cop or DEA and then they shaved off a sliver which we both snorted,it was all very paranoid Miami Vice-y... now i see why people use coke or meth to endure the workplace but as i often enjoy aspects or work i did not like nor grok the high.  did it once more at a concert and still not enjoy it so never again.

mind the gap
namaste
mega

BTW merry merry Z Man & G Man ;).

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