So when people ask: "Do you really live in the ghetto?"
I answer: "No, the apartment I was looking at in the ghetto was $50 more a month."
Tonight two cop cars pulled up in front of my house and they searched a guys SUV.
(Lana, if you are reading this, I hope you witnessed this too, I was too riveted to find my phone to call)
Erin and I sat in our living room watching (and trying to photograph) the 30 minute 'situation' happening out front. Sadly, this isn't the first time I watched cops outside my window. I am just pretty impressed they weren't there for one of my more illustrious neighbors.
Still, this doesn't top the time I stepped off of my stoop and onto a hypodermic needle, or the time someone killed an opossum and left the bloody mess in front of my house. (Where do you even find a woodland creature in this part of town?)
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Oh, and don't forget the statuesque pile of dog poo that sat on the curb outside your place for about a week. **cue the Louis Armstrong version of "What a Wonderful World** Ah, good times!
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