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Sep. 9th, 2004 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaSo I was driving back from the grocery just now and I passed that weird shrine. Now the candles are all knocked over and there's broken glass all over the place. At first it was weird, but now it's just disrespectful. Clean that shit up, f'real.
On the next block I saw a woman on the sidewalk who was RIPPING the sweatpants out of her crack and genitalia. She was CLEANING HOUSE in broad daylight.
No sooner had I passed her than I had to stop for traffic and saw a transvestite dressed in a miniskirt and flaunting his he-breasts. At this point I put my hand in my face, laughed for a few seconds, and yelled, "WORK IT" out the window. "I live in one hell of a neighborhood," I said to myself.
Just then I saw a woman in the other lane looking at me in EXACTLY the same way I'd looked at those other people--like "Look at this motherfucker over there talking to himself. Sad, sad, sad."
Eye of the beholder, yo.
On the next block I saw a woman on the sidewalk who was RIPPING the sweatpants out of her crack and genitalia. She was CLEANING HOUSE in broad daylight.
No sooner had I passed her than I had to stop for traffic and saw a transvestite dressed in a miniskirt and flaunting his he-breasts. At this point I put my hand in my face, laughed for a few seconds, and yelled, "WORK IT" out the window. "I live in one hell of a neighborhood," I said to myself.
Just then I saw a woman in the other lane looking at me in EXACTLY the same way I'd looked at those other people--like "Look at this motherfucker over there talking to himself. Sad, sad, sad."
Eye of the beholder, yo.
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Date: 2004-09-10 08:40 am (UTC)