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vicarzI've been feeling ghetto since talking to the expensive restaurant $800 dress girl. She wrinkled her nose at Dr. Dremo and Nation. I don't mind nice restaurants, but am perfectly happy with macaroni grill, Deli Dhaba, or pizza out of the box on the floor by the TV.
I grew up in Montgomery Village, MD. This area was developed as a mixed planned community by Ketler brothers. I lived by a series of lakes, on the poor side. Across Montgomery Village Ave were the Whetstone houses, individual houses overlooking the lake. Rich peeps. I was in a townhouse on the other side, richer than the apt people but poorer than the house people. I didn't really think about those divisions until later in life.
My first actual job was in Sir Walter Raleigh Inn, where I washed dishes. I remember wearing my uniform to school once (it was a weird thing to do, I was a dork) and a kid from Whetstone asked if I worked there. I said yes, and he laughed - saying his dad owned it, and turned away.
It was very US, very white...well culturally it was way white I think. I walked to elem school & middle school, rode a bus to HS. Our neighbors were by and large white, we knew the Indian family, we knew the asian family, and the black family. The. RACE: The Indian family smelled funny and so did their house. My sister played with the girl. The Asians were quiet and had no kids. The black guy never paid his newspaper delivery guy, and this culminated in an event one night when the kid showed up at his house asking for payment and was thrown down the stairs. The girl and I played, and showed each other our privates in the woods.
The Asians had replaced the hippies. The hippies were nice and painted their house really weird, in yellow and blue on the walls. They had a lava lamp. She was heavy and worked construction, he was a skinny guy. My parents tell me I came back from there smelling like weed, but they never exposed me to the stuff directly. I didn't know a thing about it - but apparently the subject was covered between my parents and them.
The guy across the street was CIA, and showed us how to break into our house with a credit card. Our neighbor's boy molested kids - dunno if he was ever prosecuted, probably not. One door down a white family moved in, the girl came up to my mom one day and cried because "I can't wake up mommy." My mom investigated, and called 911 because the mommy had tried to OD. Months/years later the police were called when she tried to drive away with their daughter at night, and he ran out and broke the headlights out of the car.
They were replaced by the gay guy (divorced I think) who used to watch me from the upstairs window when he paid me to mow his grass. I rarely wore a shirt when I cut grass. I remember waving when I saw him, but he didn't wave back. I was clueless then - now I think he was whacking while he watched, but he never laid a hand on me. Perhaps that was a healthy channeling of an urge - I'll bet I was a fucking sight!
The neighbors on the other side broke into their neighbor's house when they realized the attics were adjoined. They had a dog they never let inside, and it made the back yard barren of grass and stink. They were replaced by another white trash family - the girl was one of my first dates, before she left me for the jock across the street (she complained I couldn't make her enough friends). She got knocked up and married the guy that did it.
Mary Jo was the pre-teen across the street in short-shorts, tank/tube tops, rogue, and blue eye shadow. You could see the bottom of her ass sticking out of her shorts. She was embarrassed in a spin the bottle/dare game when someone reached down her training bra and pulled out kleenex. She got knocked up.
Across the street was a family of 4 which had a girl I picked and had a crush on. I think they were mormon, all way white. They drove a Pacer, my mom says they used to chase ambulances to see the mayhem. The older sister was a cheerleader, the one I liked/teased was a geek - both were skinny platinum blondes. I remember teasing the younger girl while her sister asked why I was being that way, and trying to be nice to me at the same time. I remember that with no small measure of guilt and shame. Down the block was the nurse that worked at night and raised Kish hounds. She caught the Pacer/mormon father peeking in her window.
Steve and Phil were further down - everyone in that family was built like a frig. Phil was retarded, once set the house on fire (he liked fires), and had some trouble when he threatened the girls behind us with a knife to get them to pull down their pants in the trees.
The rich guy moved in when the divorce was final - his company still is visible off 270 I believe. His daughter played with my sister.
Todd once had t-shirts that his dad brought him, from Judas Priest. He came to me to ask if Judas Priest was cool - I verified 'it was' so he wore the shirts.
Chris was the son of a divorced guy across the street, he was probably my best friend. We did anything we could for money to play video games and 'the puttery,' peoples, or high's. We sledded when out of money. We caught snakes, fish, turtles, and salamanders in the lakes and creeks. A bunch of us once played softball with a sucker-fish until we were yelled at by a horrified neighbor. His other friends blew up sunfish with firecrackers - I was too scared to do that.
Fucking idyllic.
I grew up in Montgomery Village, MD. This area was developed as a mixed planned community by Ketler brothers. I lived by a series of lakes, on the poor side. Across Montgomery Village Ave were the Whetstone houses, individual houses overlooking the lake. Rich peeps. I was in a townhouse on the other side, richer than the apt people but poorer than the house people. I didn't really think about those divisions until later in life.
My first actual job was in Sir Walter Raleigh Inn, where I washed dishes. I remember wearing my uniform to school once (it was a weird thing to do, I was a dork) and a kid from Whetstone asked if I worked there. I said yes, and he laughed - saying his dad owned it, and turned away.
It was very US, very white...well culturally it was way white I think. I walked to elem school & middle school, rode a bus to HS. Our neighbors were by and large white, we knew the Indian family, we knew the asian family, and the black family. The. RACE: The Indian family smelled funny and so did their house. My sister played with the girl. The Asians were quiet and had no kids. The black guy never paid his newspaper delivery guy, and this culminated in an event one night when the kid showed up at his house asking for payment and was thrown down the stairs. The girl and I played, and showed each other our privates in the woods.
The Asians had replaced the hippies. The hippies were nice and painted their house really weird, in yellow and blue on the walls. They had a lava lamp. She was heavy and worked construction, he was a skinny guy. My parents tell me I came back from there smelling like weed, but they never exposed me to the stuff directly. I didn't know a thing about it - but apparently the subject was covered between my parents and them.
The guy across the street was CIA, and showed us how to break into our house with a credit card. Our neighbor's boy molested kids - dunno if he was ever prosecuted, probably not. One door down a white family moved in, the girl came up to my mom one day and cried because "I can't wake up mommy." My mom investigated, and called 911 because the mommy had tried to OD. Months/years later the police were called when she tried to drive away with their daughter at night, and he ran out and broke the headlights out of the car.
They were replaced by the gay guy (divorced I think) who used to watch me from the upstairs window when he paid me to mow his grass. I rarely wore a shirt when I cut grass. I remember waving when I saw him, but he didn't wave back. I was clueless then - now I think he was whacking while he watched, but he never laid a hand on me. Perhaps that was a healthy channeling of an urge - I'll bet I was a fucking sight!
The neighbors on the other side broke into their neighbor's house when they realized the attics were adjoined. They had a dog they never let inside, and it made the back yard barren of grass and stink. They were replaced by another white trash family - the girl was one of my first dates, before she left me for the jock across the street (she complained I couldn't make her enough friends). She got knocked up and married the guy that did it.
Mary Jo was the pre-teen across the street in short-shorts, tank/tube tops, rogue, and blue eye shadow. You could see the bottom of her ass sticking out of her shorts. She was embarrassed in a spin the bottle/dare game when someone reached down her training bra and pulled out kleenex. She got knocked up.
Across the street was a family of 4 which had a girl I picked and had a crush on. I think they were mormon, all way white. They drove a Pacer, my mom says they used to chase ambulances to see the mayhem. The older sister was a cheerleader, the one I liked/teased was a geek - both were skinny platinum blondes. I remember teasing the younger girl while her sister asked why I was being that way, and trying to be nice to me at the same time. I remember that with no small measure of guilt and shame. Down the block was the nurse that worked at night and raised Kish hounds. She caught the Pacer/mormon father peeking in her window.
Steve and Phil were further down - everyone in that family was built like a frig. Phil was retarded, once set the house on fire (he liked fires), and had some trouble when he threatened the girls behind us with a knife to get them to pull down their pants in the trees.
The rich guy moved in when the divorce was final - his company still is visible off 270 I believe. His daughter played with my sister.
Todd once had t-shirts that his dad brought him, from Judas Priest. He came to me to ask if Judas Priest was cool - I verified 'it was' so he wore the shirts.
Chris was the son of a divorced guy across the street, he was probably my best friend. We did anything we could for money to play video games and 'the puttery,' peoples, or high's. We sledded when out of money. We caught snakes, fish, turtles, and salamanders in the lakes and creeks. A bunch of us once played softball with a sucker-fish until we were yelled at by a horrified neighbor. His other friends blew up sunfish with firecrackers - I was too scared to do that.
Fucking idyllic.
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Date: 2004-08-28 08:03 pm (UTC)-- A <3
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Date: 2004-08-29 08:48 am (UTC)my scary neighbor story.....
Date: 2004-08-28 11:25 pm (UTC)the good old picturesque midwest.
my parents divorced when i was 6- she married a business man. we lived in a very nice house. people thought we were rich but really my parents came from a farming community where people grow their own vegetables. i must say that because you have money or some money really doesn't matter- and the people who think it matters are mindless amoebas with no character.
america is plagued with people who have never had to work and have no class. money can buy you many things but it will never buy you class.
Re: my scary neighbor story.....
Date: 2004-08-29 08:50 am (UTC)What is a business man? Drug dealer, accountant, restaruant manager...
Class trumps money, but most people don't know that in this country. We live in a society where the biggest SUV 'wins.' I think the worst curse people might have is to achieve the american dream, the car, the house, the arm jewelry...because then they may well find out that what they pursued doesn't make them happy. The symbol outgrew what it was supposed to represent at some point.
Re: my scary neighbor story.....
Date: 2004-08-30 12:02 am (UTC)business man- owned his own insulation company as well as investments in real estate (condos) and stocks.