Morons

Or the people that live in my building. My neighbors. They are all related to my brother in law. They are well meaning, I guess. However they are the most intrusive group of folks I've ever met. Example; the group that live across from me leave bags of trash, dirty diapers, in front of their door, which would be in front of my door too. This coupled with their nightly arguments, that occasionally end in the child screaming "daddy stop" or clothing being tossed out of the window or into the courtyard. Or the ones that live below me that get high every night, in the hallway. Or the fact that it seems that I can't seem to leave or come in without someone sitting on the steps forcing conversation, which is usually a series of questions about where I'm going or coming from or comments on my increasing or decreasing weight. 

Well today was the kicker. The yard in front which is really just the leftover paved yard from the school that was here, was transformed into a picnic ground. Complete with a barrel bbq, tent, 2 hammocks, picnic table and chairs, basketball hoop and dozens of people. Through all of this I have to go though, no back door. 

Now this is on the street, next door to a large apartment building on one side, and a hassidic dorm on the other. 

I have to keep on saying to myself, I've got the deal of the century on rent. I've got the deal of the century on rent, I've got the deal of the century on rent...

Mo's in the Hood

Over the past couple of weeks that little voice in my head, (you know the one we all have that says the unspeakable, but usually funny but true things) has been begging the question "has the whole word gone gay?" Its been asking that question for a while now, not in the usual places, but like in midtown or late a night when riding the subway and two young kids heading to new lots ave. can't keep their hands off each other.
But lately I've noticed here in the hood a marked increase in the boys. I say great bring em on. Could be that they have been here all along and having the dog, I'm out more with him. But I tell you more and more I've been getting that knowing nod, or the slight "hi there". Not the "lets go back to my place and make babies greeting", but the "hey you're one too" greet.
I say bring it on.
Seems of late though the neighbors have noticed it too. There have been some of posts on the local boards about mostly verbal gay bashing. It's so strange to think, that even here in New York, in 2008 that shit is still going on.

Mundane

I think I've become mundane. There was a time back in the 90's when I was a fun guy. Used to know a fair share of people, had many things penciled in in my date book, but somewhere along the line I guess I started to coast, and came to a stop.
Well this summer, damn it, I've kick started my social life! Sort of.