kingtycoon | (no subject)

The worst thing I might do is get too drunk and act rudely to people. That’s what I was told and that’s probably true. Maybe I’m pretty correct overall that this is the bankable sinfulness that I’m likeliest to engage in. And still, I’ll probably feel all mischievous and funny about it, and it’s… tepid. Which is fine. I don’t have any interest in being an asshole, like a real asshole, so it’s fine that I might just drink too much once in a while and be a goofy jerkass.

Earlier in the week someone found a girl’s body in a ditch by this abandoned house that’s across the street from my work. It’s not that weird that people get killed all the time in this neighborhood, it’s sad, sure, but no-body was surprised or unduly upset. We’re all from here, it’s kind of a fucked up town.

Since then though, there’ve been a lot of people showing up at that house, there’s a vigil and flowers laid and it’s a whole scene. Probably it’s too jerkassed to be taking or posting pictures of it, so I’m not going to. Still, it’s a thing that happened – some girl got beaten to death and then someone figured it out by finding her makeup bag on the sidewalk.

So I used to walk past that house every day but lately the bus driver’s been real cool and dropping me off closer to my job & so I haven’t been walking by. Now I kind of don’t want to. Jazmine Trotter, just a kid, poor kid.

I was out on the sidewalk with the engineer and one of the loader-operators. We were smoking, making small talk. A lady drives up and wants to quiz us about what went down. I say I don’t know if anyone was here when it happened. The loader-operator saw some things, and the engineer is all knowledge, talking about how at that house there’s always a scam going on – people, what they do is, they buy stuff on stolen credit cards and then have the UPS deliver it – and then when the UPS man pulls in, they drive up and block the truck and then go to fight him for his packages.

There’s the scrapyard down the way from that house and you always see the scrappers with their grocery carts full of trash wandering the neighborhood. Man, I don’t know it’s a fucked up neighborhood. There are these signs, the city put up, and they say – “This is your home, don’t litter.” Something like that – but it says “THIS IS YOUR HOME” and it’s next to like, abandoned businesses and houses and rubble heaps – it’s just super insulting, like if you really did live here, and every day the city was saying to you “THIS IS YOUR HOME” I think you’d be rightly affronted.

Then again, you could always buy a hundred dollar house, a hideout. If you wanted to. There’s compelling reasons to like it here. But then there are murderers around. I don’t roll that way, the worst thing I’d do is get too drunk and maybe act rudely.