If you see a guy in Pigtown going door to door selling magazines, DO NOT let him in or anywhere near your house. He stopped by the cafe a few minutes ago, and would NOT take no for an answer…and the whole thing seemed like a scam anyway. Once he realised I was NOT about to buy any of his goddam magazines, he started behaving in an erratic manner…so I called the police. So far they are nowhere to be found, but perhaps that will change.
The guy — his name is “Jeremiah”. Black male, 20s, 6 feet tall (give or take an inch or two), wearing a white shirt, dark jeans, and sneakers. Total nutjob. He also tells a long tale about being from New Orleans and losing everything because of Katrina. I’m hoping that’s true and he didn’t make it up to play on peoples’ sympathies, and I’m sorry about all of that, but it’s not a good sales pitch. Really.
Update: Police showed up, and the guy decided to argue with the police officer…who wasn’t buying his story (and I doubt the officer bought any magazines…) so the officer told him to get lost or go to jail. And if the guy comes back to the neighborhood…if anyone sees him and calls the police…he’s off to jail. I hope he never comes back. Freak. And the last I saw him, he was headed towards Ridgely’s.
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So I decided to give the Baltimore Sun’s offshoot “b” a chance. That is, until I read this childish excuse for an editorial. (Sorry if the link takes you directly to my comment…scroll up for the “editorial”.)
I can’t believe they even print that kind of trash. What kind of person makes up vulgar names for a homeless woman and her little girl? Jesus God. Move the fuck back to Columbia and be done with it.
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I have so many of these, someday I should write a book.
Tonight I’m on the couch watching TV, minding my own business mind you, and someone’s outside yelling at someone else about tipping over their “damn chicken dinner” inside the trunk of the car. Why one would travel with a plate of chicken and some greens in the trunk of one’s car — I have no clue. But then to get mad when it tips over, well damn, what did you think would happen?
I had to yell at them to shut the hell up about the damn chicken, otherwise they would have kept it going for hours. I could tell it would have been one of those drawn out endless fights…and hell no, not during my quiet time was I about to listen to people argue about some G-D chicken.
Jesus, and it’s only Tuesday.
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If anyone out there happens to have any flowerpots you would like to get rid of (the bigger the better) please let me know or dump them off at Evelyn”s.
Thanks!!
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