August 30, 2003
One Moment of Living in the Haight

Living in the Haight has to be one of the most interesting experiences I will ever come into contact with.

Wednesday morning, I awoke to the sound of my two neighbors fighting. Bruce and Reggie are roommates on the third floor of my building (which is a diversely-built old victorian home). They are constantly arguing with each other.

Supposedly, Reggie is a crack dealer -though I've never seen him deal anything. Reggie is also a deformed child from the 60s -a product of when doctors prescribed medication that they thought was beneficial for the mothers during child birth but resulted in childern that had defects. His left arm looks like it belongs to a thirteen year old and the left side of his face is permently paralized.

Bruce is a former hotel worker whose been out of work for over two years. He's an alcoholic that hides it terribly. Middle-aged and not knowing what to do with his life, he resorts to drinking so he can cope with the realities of his unwinding life.

After I got out of the shower and started to get dressed, I looked out my window and saw them fist-fighting in the street. But the sad thing was, that it was completely anecdotal. Reggie was running in circles around Bruce, ducking and dodging all of Bruce's delayed sways; Bruce huffing and puffing in complete frustration.

As I walked out the door to go to school, Bruce was at the bottom of the stoop, waiting impatiently for Reggie. The second I opened the door, Bruce swung around expecting Reggie to be taunting him again at the top of the stairs. When he saw me, and I asked him how he was doing, he patted me on the back and told me "I thought you were the guy I was going to kill."

That's just one moment of living in the Haight.

Posted by marc at August 30, 2003 12:25 AM | TrackBack
Comments

This is totally off topic

There are three different dialects of gaelic you moron, not just the irish "pirate" version you spoke of.

are all americans this stupid?

Also, you seem very left so i would imagine that you are against the Iraq war. You are probably against the US holding prisoners against international conventions as well. Maybe you should do some reading, possibly on the human rights watch website about the english government denying people in northern ireland proper trials and so on. You might learn something which isnt a part of your stupid
little american fantasy world.

Tiocfaidh Ar la

Posted by: none on January 9, 2004 07:56 AM

One moment in Berkeley:

I let the dog out in the morning and here flutes.
I here the dog barking hysterically 20 minutes later. I look out the window and see a bunch of hippie fucks walking around dressed like jedi knights and a large black man in red hot pants and nothing else. Their ridiculous floats made into unrecognizable objects are blocking my driveway. For good measure they left their hippie trash all over my lawn.

Posted by: brooke on September 30, 2003 03:43 PM

a moment of living in orange county...

After I was done sufing, I started to drive away in my new convertible bmw, when this 18 yr old girl who looked like a calvin klein model asked me for a ride to her mom's summer home in newport. yuppie wackyness insued.

Posted by: jared on September 9, 2003 07:32 AM

Do you want one moment of living in Davis?? Here it is:

Walking along the sidewalk, I stop to check out some bicycle parts that's on sale. The guy turns to me and asks: "Hot enough for ya?"

Yeah. It's hot enough.

Posted by: teddy on September 5, 2003 08:08 PM
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