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Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Ghetto Will Find You

I live in a nice neighborhood and I absolutely love my house. But, as with any neighborhood, especially one that is moderately-priced, there are always a couple of people who manage to squeeze in that you really wish didn’t live there.

I guess my next door neighbor would qualify. He seems like a nice enough guy but he has a hood dog. You know, guys in the hood have to show how tough they are by getting a pit bull or a Rottweiler or similar vicious dog capable of maiming and killing people. Like most, he swears up and down, the dog is harmless. Tell that to my friend Candy, he sent her running for her life once when she came to visit.

His girlfriend/baby mama/I-don’t-really-know-who-she-is has a nasty habit of letting him out early in the morning, in the front yard, without a leash. He isn’t well-trained and doesn’t automatically come when she calls him. Very encouraging when Joey and I happen to be out in our yard! The last thing I need to see at 5:15 in the damn morning is a big ass rott staring me down in my own yard!

But the award for complete ghetto-fabulousness has to go to a family that lives on the corner.

I don’t know how many kids they have but it’s too many and all of them are all over the place all the time. These are the kind of kids that play in the street and don’t get out of the way when they see you driving down the street. These are the kind of kids who fight and yell and scream at the bus stop. These are the kind of kinds who you never see with their hair combed. These are the kind of kids who show up at your house on Halloween with no costumes demanding candy and then getting an attitude when you don't give them enough.

I guess what bothers me is that the ghetto has a way of finding you. You can’t have something nice without the ghetto moving in. You can try to run but you won't be able to hide.

We sold our old house in my hometown, the one I grew up in, to some damn ghetto people. We didn’t know they were ghetto when we sold it to them. These fools ‘planted’ plastic tulips in the yard and then they leave them there year-round. So, you can drive down street in the dead of winter with two feet of snow and still see those damn fake flowers.

The gutter is falling off. They refuse to paint the house. They cut down the beautiful Japanese Fire tree that was in the front yard and left the stump there. And I could have sworn one time when I did the drive-by on a visit home, they had clothes DRYING in the TREE in the back yard.

How much money do I have to make and how far out do I have to go to get away from ghetto ass people???

Labels: Dog, Hometown, Rant

posted by SDC @ 12:01 PM

1 Comments:

At September 19, 2009 at 12:13 AM, Diva's Thoughts said…

As soon as I know I'll be sure to let you know. Ghetto is EVERYWHERE these days.