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Fucking A, 18 year old boy. My stomach hurts for the family.
This is the only hood I've lived in here, this will be my third house on the same street. It's better than it was. Same story as everywhere, mostly drug violence so the main danger to Nice White Girls is collateral damage.
But unlike everywhere else I've lived, I pretty much know ALL my neighbors.
Oh, that's really awful.
Nothing like crime scene tape to impress a potential roommate.
Did I say "impress"? I meant "restrain".
Yeesh, smonster.
Man, smonster, that's so hard.
It was pretty awesome, honestly. For a long time Teppy was the only person who knew the story because she was one of the few people who knew my actual last name, but now that I'm all facebook outed and you all know my name is really Kprinkle, I figured I might as well spill here.
I gotta admit, I love that story. SO MUCH.
smonster, that's awful.
If anyone ever made me a surprise baby blue cake for my surprise wedding, I'd cry like a little baby.
I gotta admit, I love that story. SO MUCH.
Hee.
smonster, eeesh. That's scary.
Liese, I love the whole thing, the loopy wedding chairs and the baby blue cake (tuxedo powder blue--perfect description).
We eloped, and I'm sure the neighbors were counting on their fingers, too. I stymied them though, by running off to live near the army post where he was stationed. And a year and a half later, my folks spread the word we were expecting. Of course then we flew off to Germany for four years.
We were always something of a mystery to the neighbors. More fun that way when they smile and squint with faint puzzlement.
Nothing like crime scene tape to impress a potential roommate.
Ah, man. How'd it go?
It sucks. I'm pretty bummed about it all. These kids - I'd be willing to bet the shooter was also no more than 20. It's heartbreaking.
So, apparently it was a kid more or less from the neighborhood, meaning Irish Channel over to and including former St. Thomas projects? And maybe a falling out among a bunch of miscreants? This is the scoop from neighbors on the block who grew up here. Who of course then went on to talk about how the problem is that parents can't beat their kids these days without them calling DCF, or whatever the acronym is here. Uh huh.
Nora, it went pretty well. He likes the house but wants to look at a couple of other places (the room is only 12X12 and doesn't have a closet); I told him I understand, but will be posting it on Craigslist tomorrow. Seems nice and quiet; of all things, he's doing an internship here with a flooring company. From France! Honestly, I hope it works out. I don't have any other options right now and it would be fun to speak some French. Hopefully that's the last time I'll have to say to him, "Je ne sais pas si tu sais, mais quelqu'un a ete tue la-bas aujourd'hui." I told him I might be willing to consider month to month, just because I need someone in there right away. I do *not* have the money to pay rent for both rooms, even for a month.
L, my other roomie, just texted me about the shooting. She's not scared off. She's an EMT and stayed here after Katrina. ...and apparently is friends with the homicide detective assigned to the case. Huh.
Just now got home from jawing with said neighbors. Time for shower and bed. I work tomorrow and then have dinner with D, his brother and brother's fiance, and D's mom! OMG wish me luck.