... the other Black experience
= THE VENT!---GET IT OUT =...
Props goes Illaziam the originator who started this with his 'D-Bags' thread. Helped many of us vent out our frustrations, thanks for the carthartic venue Mr. Ill, make your voice heard!
Setting it off:
= Enough with the Obama-mania already. Put a moratorium on the overdone coverage until fall.
= Hey Miss Big Breasses, I believe you know damn well how you look when you leave the house. Yeah it's hot but if you didn't feel secure with that tight spaghetti-strap top that hugs your bouncy DD assets, don't wear it.
You look foolish walking around the supermarket with your arms covering your chest, grabbing your shoulders like you're trying to give yourself a half-nelson. It's part funny & part frustrating ('cause I couldn't get good glance, damn...). For real though, either wear less revealing clothes or deal with the unsolicted male attention (from nasty gawkers like me).
= You, Mrs. High Level Educator from another school, need to stop acting like you want to get hollered at. Keep the flirty looks coming and I will step to you. Regardless of what your rude, bratty daughter thinks about it. See how she likes it when I'm having breakfast at the house and picking her smiling Mom up for dates.
I'm only halfway joking...
= Dude, how many times am I going to ask you to not tell me any plot details of film I haven't seen? I will hang up on you right now...
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Permalink Reply by lyfenlyn on -
I mean is it so hard to fathome that you dont talk on your cell phone in the library???
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Permalink Reply by CaliforniaAfrican on -
It happened again. Shit. Just typing about it scares me. I'm not SuperWoman. I can't suscribe that bullshit anymore. I'm a sensitive woman. I DO take care of business. I've always taken care of business. That's who I am. But if this happens again, I may have to completely check out. I know of a nice homeless spot by the American River. Fuck.
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Permalink Reply by lyfenlyn on
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Its cool that they took out the second soda machine and put in a food slash juice machine but the machine steals your money. The first time I used it it took a quarter but gave me what I wanted. Then the second time it took two quarters so I didnt put anymore in. I mean I want juice instead of soda!!! DAMMIT!!!
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Permalink Reply by X-D-D-M*9 on
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= Freakin' idiot, GET OFF THE PHONE! Driving down the busiest street on this side of town weaving in traffic, stupid broad. I don't want you to get hurt but if you damaged your car doing that crap, I wouldn't feel remorseful at all.
= Obvious Man strikes again: corporate radio SUCKS. How many damn times can the rock station say "next up: Metallica..." or the R & B station say "next up: Kem..." Enough already. I don't want to hear anything from either of these artists ever again. Jeezz...
= You need to calm down. I try to help you out daily but you mess it up every time. Cool, just don't look for me to bail you out when you screw up again. You have complete control over this behavior because I've seen you handle it, so do yourself a favor and chill. I can only save your ass so many times.
= I understand your self-proclaimed sensitivity to loud noise but now you're making it difficult for me. I don't care that much about the event which is for all of you, but now we probably both have to stay behind doing nothing. I said it's your choice but really you should stay home 'cause you're wasting both our time showing up while the rest are out.
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Permalink Reply by D'strutxon on -
Finding it hard to care anymore.
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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on -
"Smashed the homie". The chant still makes me laugh, BUT...
A girl comes on a show where one dude who is vaguely famous for doing a sex tape is "dating" with multiple women but she gets the scarlet letter because she "smashed the homie"? DOUBLE STANDARD.
What's up with these badass parents uploading vids of their toddlers saying it???
And how could Ray J fumble the ball on a song with that title??? SMH.
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Permalink Reply by Rage_Proletaire on -
... I'd be more than pleased to wake up and learn that my neighbors on both sides have fallen off the face of the earth, or suddenly put their respective properties up for sale. Wifey's been making comments lately about offering a small sum for their houses, and creating a compound of sorts -- three adjacent lots, one continuous fence encasing them all. As farfetched as it sounds, I've fallen in love with the possibility.
The neighbors that "borrowed" our electricity awhile back ... there's barely eight feet or so between our houses; in fact, their driveway is over the property line by a few inches -- a tight sqeeze. They've allowed some guy and his girlfriend to park their car between the houses (the neighbors don't have a vehicle), so the driveway's been occupied for a few months. Originally, we thought the couple were trying to hide the car from a repo-man or something; they're fairly ritualistic about the way they back the car in (as if to hide it). They park the car, and after much chatter and fanfare, they walk a few houses down and squat (literally) on the sidewalk, in the spot where I'm accustomed to seeing them during the day. They seem to take 30 short trips a day in the car, especially at night; it wouldn't be any of my business, but the loud chatter, constant door-slamming, and accidental alarm-trips at 2, 3, and 4 in the morning is partly to blame for my 21-month-old inevitably waking up an hour into his slumber every fucking night (they park next to his window).
We just figured out that they're actually living out of the car; they had wet clothes drying on the hood this morning, and they eat, sleep, and hang out in the backseat. Ran a quick errand today, and when I got back, the guy peeked out from between the houses, and made haste back to his car when he realized I saw him. My wife told me he actually does this frequently, even when nobody else is outside. The crack-ish behavior amps up my paranoia; no other way to say it. We can hear most of his phone conversations from inside; today, I heard some story about how he gave somebody $5.00 to retrieve some "killa", and they never returned. My wife later told me she overheard him say, with resignation in his voice, "...Looks like Imma hafta rob somebody," during another conversation. I should know both their names by now, but I have to try not to inadvertently eavesdrop from within my own bedroom.
What irks me the most is that the neighbors who're loaning out their driveway had the nerve to come to me and inquire when some grimy turd suddenly became a fixture on my other neighbors' porch a few months back. Some dude with a teardrop tat who'd sit out on the porch smoking all day, watching people come and go about their day, following folks too closely on the sidewalk while seemingly having nowhere to be, and (too obviously, imo) buying weed in front of my house. He'd ask for a cigarette every fucking time I came outside (and it irks the fuck out of me when strangers beckon me to come to them, as if I'm the one fixing my lips to beg. Is it beneath you to say "May I?" or "please", fuckhead?).We figured he was "hiding out". Cruisers would ride through, slow down, and stare at his car in the driveway. One morning, I was leaving for work, and some cop had him up against a cruiser. They let him go apparently, and he (predictably) asked me for a cigarette, as if to divert my attention from the flashing blue lights. Eventually, a couple crusiers blocked the driveway one night, and the cops had bulletproof vests and a megaphone. They didn't have a warrant, and the neighbor (who'd apparently moved out and let his son move in) showed up out of nowhere to turn them away. The guy ended up swapping cars with the neighbor's son after that. Cops didn't seem to try anymore after that, though I'd see a cruiser idling in front of their house, periodically.
Haven't seen him in a while, but only one less nuisance. Since they don't keep their own yard clean, their cigar wrappers and junk food bags end up blowing all over my yard. You can never tell if they're yelling at the dogs or the children who visit; on either occasion, they yell the same thing: "Shut yo fucking ass up! I said 'Shut up! Fuck!" And ironically, they started opened a family business down the street -- a (Jesus-centric) daycare, of all things. God is not without a sense of humor, I guess.
I hate getting secondhand exposure to someone else's negativity.
When the elderly folks die, and their offspring move in (that is, the ones who only care about maintaing their cars and nothing at all about maintaing the house itself), I weep.
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Permalink Reply by Rosenda on -
I feel the pain Rage. You and your wife gotta be careful and alert and watch out for them.
I got one neighbor who does business from home coming and going, even though he and his second gf just had a baby.
Frankly it's his friends/business buddies that are even more scary. Pisses me off I work every day and he sits on the porch most of the day, I see it I have a weekday off at home and the retired neighbors all seen it for the past 10 years.
His gf got some rough looking friends come pick her up too but she has a real and legal medical job someplace.
Twice in the past month I heard gunshots from a car driving by and I distinctly heard it coming from in front of his place.
There is no chance they'll ever leave, my Pops knows his mom who owns the house. He thinks she feels sorry for her son and that she might know or suspect his business but ignores it cause it's her son.
And then there's the old hotel bldg a block or two over that has a lot of fights and shots fired periodically.
My nieces friend and her family from Nigeria live ther, and explained it's one of those govt contracted places where they send men who just got out of incarceration who have nowhere to go after their release. So there's a lot of drama there.
I hate putting up with it but given what my income is and the job market I really can't afford to live anyplace else.
My pops and moms own my little home and rent it to me inexpensive. And I'm thankful for that. But it comes at a price I never thought I'd have to pay. Partial peace of mind, in a limited environment.
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Permalink Reply by Rosenda on
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I gotta say this though, I get the clear observation that the gf next door doesn't like me or my Dad, and I've also noticed the guy is scared of my dad. He clearly sees Pops don't take shit from anyone for any reason and he watches him like a hawk holding a rifle. I suspect the guy knows that we know what he does, as do all the other neighbors. Although the cops have been called by them over the years, they have never done anything.
I think the difference is with my family, the neighbor dude knows less about us than we know about him. And I honestly think that fact coupled with my Pops demeanor when he comes by here keeps the neighbors backing off from us. And that's probably for the best while I have to live here.
I long for the day I can afford to live someplace of my choosing, someplace where I don't feel I gotta watch my back 24.7, and that I don't feel a target because I'm a woman. Those jerks on the next block scared the shit out of me when I first moved in and I never got over that. Pisses me off cause growing up here in the 60s this neighborhood was paradise. And I remember that, it's changed. The other neighbors and I all know each other but it's sad we all gotta put up with this crap. When it gets dark, we all bolt up and go in. It's a deserted ghost town except for the homeless brothers and working girls down the block.
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Permalink Reply by LesYpersound on -
Disappointed. fuck.shit. Argh!
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Rage, first I wish saftey, security and peace to your family. Second, the sort of up-side (if there is one) is the Walter Mosley-like detail you describe your situation and how you interpret it. Protect yourself & family, detail the goings-on, make a book/film of it, use the money to buy up the surrounding properties.
CE, I hear you totally. As much base pleasure I get from watching a bunch of wannabe celeb armcandy fight it out, it's hypocritical to judge one that happened to "smash the homie" when you're trying smash ten homegirls in your rented mansion.
And there's still time for that song: She smashed the hommmiieee, oh-OH-oh, she smasehd the homie...
Compound Egret said:"Smashed the homie". The chant still makes me laugh, BUT...
A girl comes on a show where one dude who is vaguely famous for doing a sex tape is "dating" with multiple women but she gets the scarlet letter because she "smashed the homie"? DOUBLE STANDARD.
What's up with these badass parents uploading vids of their toddlers saying it???
And how could Ray J fumble the ball on a song with that title??? SMH.
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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on
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Wow neighbor, you must have some words twisted. When you want to "borrow" something, you need to come knock on the door, find out a good time to come get the tools, etc. When you ask for something and the person immediately brings it to your door on your time schedule, that's "concierge service" not "borrowing".
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