SkyHog
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Everything Offends Me
To experience the same thing I am, listen to this, while reading this thread (I'm listening to it as I type it, and not by choice).
About a month and a half ago, I moved. I was on short notice (mostly out of my own laziness, unfortunately), and wound up with 2 choices that would take dogs and weren't insanely expensive.
I picked the wrong one, apparantly. I hear gunshots every night, which is not unheard of in Albuquerque anyways, but man are they close now. I, for the first time in my life, keep my S&W SP10 on the table at all times, loaded and ready to go. But I hadn't experienced any real problems...in fact, the neighbors are actually quite nice.
Just last week, one of the neighbors came by at 3:00am, and said that her husband was in jail and needed to borrow a couple of dollars to get taxifare to the Detention Center to pick him up! She was really nice, and even offered to sleep with me if I could muster up 5 dollars. I didn't have the 5 dollars or a desire to get some weird disease so I passed, but I really felt for her, such a nice, generous lady!
Then a few days ago, a drunk dude walked into my apartment while I was in the living room. I asked him why he was in my apartment (gun was not in the living room at that time for some reason), and he told me to get out of his apartment or he'd beat me up. I kindly explained the address and apartment number and he confessed he had the wrong apartment. We laughed and laughed.
Today, I took my dog for a walk (I've been doing it, but mostly in a daze, haven't really been paying attention), and I got some nice pictures of the scenery. First off - as I walked down the street, I noticed a dead end sign, with bullet holes all over it. I decided to see what was at the end of the dead end, and found something neat!
I'm sure most of y'all have heard of the LA River, right? Well, apparantly, we have one in Albuquerque too (I knew it existed way north by the Balloon Fiesta Park, but never knew it came all the way into the barrio!). The first two pictures are the "Albuquerque River" as I've chosen to call it.
Next up is the wall of graphiti, located on the back of a mechanic with signage in Spanish only. I have no idea what it said, but I saw "Machina" a bunch of times.
I guess the fine folks of the ghetto have decided to take ownership of the utilities. The next picture is of the tag on the utility box, which clearly shows ownership. I wonder if they are also paying for the maintenance and upkeep?
Right down the street from my apartment is a mobile home park. As I walked by, I smelled meth cooking pretty strongly. I decided to walk around until I found out which house smelled of the cooking the strogest. Hey - its this jewel of cleanliness right here! Hi Mr. Methhouse!
Finally, my apartment. Not pretty by any means, but certainly one of the best taken care of yards/exteriors in the entire neighborhood. I like it OK, I guess.
That's my tour of the barrio! You can now say you have seen a Mexican Barrio. Oh - and everynight, all of the 1000s of Mexicans that live in the surrounding 6 houses, gather in the streets, with their kids and friends, and they deal drugs, have bbqs and listen to music that sounds just like this (same from above): http://www.ridetheskies.com/barrio/mariachi.mp3
About a month and a half ago, I moved. I was on short notice (mostly out of my own laziness, unfortunately), and wound up with 2 choices that would take dogs and weren't insanely expensive.
I picked the wrong one, apparantly. I hear gunshots every night, which is not unheard of in Albuquerque anyways, but man are they close now. I, for the first time in my life, keep my S&W SP10 on the table at all times, loaded and ready to go. But I hadn't experienced any real problems...in fact, the neighbors are actually quite nice.
Just last week, one of the neighbors came by at 3:00am, and said that her husband was in jail and needed to borrow a couple of dollars to get taxifare to the Detention Center to pick him up! She was really nice, and even offered to sleep with me if I could muster up 5 dollars. I didn't have the 5 dollars or a desire to get some weird disease so I passed, but I really felt for her, such a nice, generous lady!
Then a few days ago, a drunk dude walked into my apartment while I was in the living room. I asked him why he was in my apartment (gun was not in the living room at that time for some reason), and he told me to get out of his apartment or he'd beat me up. I kindly explained the address and apartment number and he confessed he had the wrong apartment. We laughed and laughed.
Today, I took my dog for a walk (I've been doing it, but mostly in a daze, haven't really been paying attention), and I got some nice pictures of the scenery. First off - as I walked down the street, I noticed a dead end sign, with bullet holes all over it. I decided to see what was at the end of the dead end, and found something neat!
I'm sure most of y'all have heard of the LA River, right? Well, apparantly, we have one in Albuquerque too (I knew it existed way north by the Balloon Fiesta Park, but never knew it came all the way into the barrio!). The first two pictures are the "Albuquerque River" as I've chosen to call it.
Next up is the wall of graphiti, located on the back of a mechanic with signage in Spanish only. I have no idea what it said, but I saw "Machina" a bunch of times.
I guess the fine folks of the ghetto have decided to take ownership of the utilities. The next picture is of the tag on the utility box, which clearly shows ownership. I wonder if they are also paying for the maintenance and upkeep?
Right down the street from my apartment is a mobile home park. As I walked by, I smelled meth cooking pretty strongly. I decided to walk around until I found out which house smelled of the cooking the strogest. Hey - its this jewel of cleanliness right here! Hi Mr. Methhouse!
Finally, my apartment. Not pretty by any means, but certainly one of the best taken care of yards/exteriors in the entire neighborhood. I like it OK, I guess.
That's my tour of the barrio! You can now say you have seen a Mexican Barrio. Oh - and everynight, all of the 1000s of Mexicans that live in the surrounding 6 houses, gather in the streets, with their kids and friends, and they deal drugs, have bbqs and listen to music that sounds just like this (same from above): http://www.ridetheskies.com/barrio/mariachi.mp3
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