This evening I saw a large group (15 or so) Dominican and Puerto Ricans teasing and harassing a homeless fellow, who obviously had mental problems. As I strolled the bodega looking for items to amass to the $5 debit card minimum, the outside commotion grew louder and louder. At first I assumed it was neighborhood hoodlums duking it out, but later noticed the homeless man bringing out a hammer to attack the bullies.
The group backed away, but continued to antagonize him. I don't know what came of the situation, but I do know karma is a bitch. And those peons should be careful.
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My New Year's Eve was spent babysitting four, attention deprived, sugar hungry children. Two of them being the children of the woman from my "Ex-Boyfriend" post. That's right. I was in his hood on New Year's Eve and I knew I would be, so I devised a plan on how to react in case of a run-in. The plan was so well put together, that when I thought I saw him walking towards his building, I hid inside a bush behind his building. You read correctly. I hid inside of a bush, behind his building.
Just to clear things up. Hiding in a bush was not part of the plan, but being so startled the original, more adult like plan flew out the window. Till this day, I don't know what my plan was. Oh and wait... that's not the worst part. Not only was I caught by the security guard of his building and awkwardly stammered and fumbled my poorly explained explanation to why a grown woman is hiding in a bush - so poor that I didn't even finish explaining before trotting away - but it wasn't even him. It was someone who walked like him and sort of resembled him.
This is my life.
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