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eljay - I need to post my Austria pictures, I need to post my hotel in Minn. pics
On my way to the club the other night, I was walking down the street when I passed a group of 4 young genuine-urban black men. One of them was in a wheelchair, and it was cool as he put flashing multicolored lights on the small front wheels. However, as I approached one said - I thought to his friend at first - "What would you do if I smacked the shit out of you?" I only realized it was a comment to me as we passed each other. I kept going, same pace, but perked my ears up only enough to hear them slow and laugh amongst themselves. Honestly I was ready to tear into them, not sure whether any had a gun or not (they looked really sketchy, for-real sketchy not dressed to impress) but none made any moves to pusue or make the matter more pressing. They had their victory and moved on.
I think part of my reaction, well part was feeling they were small enough even together to take on reasonably. The other thing was I was just watching all the hipsters converging on the area, their home, for the hipster atmosphere. I think I'd be hostile, too, at the invasion of my dirty scrappy neighborhood by a bunch of lily-white rich kids stumbling around drunk and stupid.
Minor note - I'm sick of clubs with hidden entrances. I guess that's so you feel exclusive, like you've snuck into a word-of-mouth speakeasy, but really it's just an annoyance to me.
Lovely weekends in B'more and the urge to post, the time to do so, evaporates. I did just buy 2 oil lamps, a double-shot glass, and an old fashioned key from an antique store. If I want, the entire store is for sale including 5 bedrooms (1 bath) modest kitchen home above it, full basement, with a parking lot for 6 in the back for only a quarter mil. If it weren't commercial I could see doing it for that price, but what would I do with an antique row storefront? A few dumb dreams pop up, but my secure gummint job keeps winning out (especially now as things appear to be going so well).
On my way to the club the other night, I was walking down the street when I passed a group of 4 young genuine-urban black men. One of them was in a wheelchair, and it was cool as he put flashing multicolored lights on the small front wheels. However, as I approached one said - I thought to his friend at first - "What would you do if I smacked the shit out of you?" I only realized it was a comment to me as we passed each other. I kept going, same pace, but perked my ears up only enough to hear them slow and laugh amongst themselves. Honestly I was ready to tear into them, not sure whether any had a gun or not (they looked really sketchy, for-real sketchy not dressed to impress) but none made any moves to pusue or make the matter more pressing. They had their victory and moved on.
I think part of my reaction, well part was feeling they were small enough even together to take on reasonably. The other thing was I was just watching all the hipsters converging on the area, their home, for the hipster atmosphere. I think I'd be hostile, too, at the invasion of my dirty scrappy neighborhood by a bunch of lily-white rich kids stumbling around drunk and stupid.
Minor note - I'm sick of clubs with hidden entrances. I guess that's so you feel exclusive, like you've snuck into a word-of-mouth speakeasy, but really it's just an annoyance to me.
Lovely weekends in B'more and the urge to post, the time to do so, evaporates. I did just buy 2 oil lamps, a double-shot glass, and an old fashioned key from an antique store. If I want, the entire store is for sale including 5 bedrooms (1 bath) modest kitchen home above it, full basement, with a parking lot for 6 in the back for only a quarter mil. If it weren't commercial I could see doing it for that price, but what would I do with an antique row storefront? A few dumb dreams pop up, but my secure gummint job keeps winning out (especially now as things appear to be going so well).