|Another day in paradise|
If you are coming from the heart of downtown there is almost an imaginary line drawn where the rest of the world ends and a new world of crap infested streets begins, separated by no more than a block or two. It's never quiet, you'll find yourself surrounded by non-stop commotion: drinking, smoking (everything on the
Me: Excuse me miss, do you know where the library is?
Miss Crazy Girl: Up your ass where it's supposed to be!
Thanks lady, you're all class..
I had to pause for a bit to wrap my head around that one. Why would the library be up my ass? Oh well, the hell with it gotta keep it movin'. Luckily, I found a normal person right afterward who pointed it out to me. Turns out it was right next door where to Crazy Girl was coming from but like I said oh well. You gotta have thick skin in the city. If you get your feelings hurt over every little thing you are gonna have a lot of hurt feelings because overall it's a cold world, baby. Besides, I don't even know why I bothered with her I pretty much knew she was a nut already. At first glance she seemed like a regular person, but then I would notice her walking around talking to herself, quoting scriptures and preaching incoherent ramblings from her little bible or diary or whatever the hell it is. Believe it or not, that type of behavior is typical here. At first it was a little depressing. Crazy people talking to themselves and yelling at others. Crippled people with missing legs, plenty people of missing teeth, and of course everybody with missing marbles. Not to mention piles and piles of crap everywhere (most of it a buffet for the ginormous rats that stomp through the streets at night) After a while, though, you get numb to it and you don't even feel anything anymore..it becomes just another day.