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Let's be a "bad" neighborhood!

I'm the cigarette butts stuck in the cracks in the sidewalk.

by Anonymousreply 323March 3, 2021 10:33 PM

I'm the payday loans store.

by Anonymousreply 1April 14, 2017 1:24 AM

I'm Martin Luther King Blvd

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by Anonymousreply 2April 14, 2017 1:26 AM

I'm the graffiti on many surfaces, put there by tattooed hooligans.

by Anonymousreply 3April 14, 2017 1:27 AM

I'm that certain wooden fence, that all the addicts seem to hang next to, and garbage collects behind.

by Anonymousreply 4April 14, 2017 1:28 AM

I'm the black bum walking past your front door with a shopping cart full of empty cans.

by Anonymousreply 5April 14, 2017 1:28 AM

So all we do around here anymore are "let's be" threads?

by Anonymousreply 6April 14, 2017 1:28 AM

I'M YO' MOMMA !

by Anonymousreply 7April 14, 2017 1:30 AM

Im R6 cruising the alley looking for his score. I'm dope sick. I will do anything, and I do mean ANYTHING, to get a $5 bag of heroin.

by Anonymousreply 8April 14, 2017 1:31 AM

Ida WIG SHOPPE!

by Anonymousreply 9April 14, 2017 1:31 AM

Let's be friends r6.

Can't we all just get along?

by Anonymousreply 10April 14, 2017 1:32 AM

I'm the pit bull mix behind the chain link fence that barks all day and all night. My humans are home, but they won't bother to come outside to see what's bothering me or to tell me to hush up.

by Anonymousreply 11April 14, 2017 1:32 AM

I'm the couple of trees that somehow manage to attract every starling from miles around, covering everything underneath in layers of bird poop.

by Anonymousreply 12April 14, 2017 1:32 AM

I'm the trees growing in the backyards of the two burnt out buildings across the street. The squirrels love me, and I love them.

by Anonymousreply 13April 14, 2017 1:33 AM

I'm the Gays who are moving in as they sense an opportunity.

by Anonymousreply 14April 14, 2017 1:34 AM

I'm the crickets in the yards across the street from R13.

by Anonymousreply 15April 14, 2017 1:35 AM

I'm the biggest, fastest raccoon in the world, and I also live near R13, despite living smack dab in the center of a city.

by Anonymousreply 16April 14, 2017 1:36 AM

Cigarette butts in cracks in the sidewalk mean bad neighbourhood?

Jesus Christ.

by Anonymousreply 17April 14, 2017 1:36 AM

I'm the all night gas station, where the surly cashier sits behind an inch-thick sheet of plexiglass and the windows are covered by expanded metal grating. I'm lit up like an airport, with cameras everywhere. I'm your one stop shopping destination for cherroots and 45-ouncers.

by Anonymousreply 18April 14, 2017 1:38 AM

I'm the used gay porno sold at the corner bodega. The bodega is named for the guy who owned it in the 1950s, and the sign has never been updated. By the register is a sign that reads "Do not lean on the counter unless you want to buy some smashed cookies."

by Anonymousreply 19April 14, 2017 1:39 AM

I'm the methadone clinic on the other corner. We have AA meetings three times a week.

by Anonymousreply 20April 14, 2017 1:41 AM

I'm the music blaring so loud you can't get to sleep.

by Anonymousreply 21April 14, 2017 1:41 AM

I'm the rat biting the kids

by Anonymousreply 22April 14, 2017 1:41 AM

I' m the weave store. And it's the good weaves, not that ratty-ass Korean shit.

by Anonymousreply 23April 14, 2017 1:42 AM

In my defense I'm trying to drown out the dogs barking.

by Anonymousreply 24April 14, 2017 1:42 AM

I'm the guy on the street corner selling knock offs of all the current movies. I recorded them myself with my old Sony movie camera in the theater down the street.

by Anonymousreply 25April 14, 2017 1:46 AM

I'm the bars on all the windows.

by Anonymousreply 26April 14, 2017 1:47 AM

I'm the cops and EMTs who are down here constantly. It's amazing how so much activity can occur with no one seeing a thing.

We're the elderly residents who are leftovers from when this was a decent working class neighborhood. We can't afford to move and no one would buy our houses if we could. We never set foot outside after 5 PM.

I'm Uline Corp., manufacturer of crime scene tape. Places like this one keep me in business.

I'm COPS, Fox's longest-running show. See above.

by Anonymousreply 27April 14, 2017 1:53 AM

Hey R25, I WAS the movie theater down the street. Of course, I haven't BEEN a movie theater at least since the seventies. Now I'm the church of a random sect with a long hand-painted sign with the (possibly misspelled) name.

by Anonymousreply 28April 14, 2017 1:54 AM

I'm the Resurrection Holiness Church of Jesus Christ Our Savior and Son of God, run by Bishop Dunwoody and Pastor Teresa Cornell Dunwoody.

by Anonymousreply 29April 14, 2017 1:54 AM

I am a pair of sneakers dangling on the power line.

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by Anonymousreply 30April 14, 2017 1:56 AM

I'm the abandoned shopping carts, since it's hard to walk a half mile or take the bus from the store. Kroger's will periodically be called to retrieve them.

by Anonymousreply 31April 14, 2017 1:57 AM

I'm the "spa" where you can get a happy ending from an illegal Asian immigrant.

by Anonymousreply 32April 14, 2017 1:59 AM

I'm the music BLASTING from passing cars. Sometimes I'm parked right outside your apartment. I could be rap, or salsa, or reggeton, but I'm so loud I make your windows and spleen shake... hard.

by Anonymousreply 33April 14, 2017 2:03 AM

I'm the: CHECK CASHING STORE.

by Anonymousreply 34April 14, 2017 2:06 AM

I'm this.

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by Anonymousreply 35April 14, 2017 2:07 AM

I'm the low-rent church with handmade signs.

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by Anonymousreply 36April 14, 2017 2:08 AM

I'm the ghetto ice cream truck. Ahhh yeeeea, y'all see me comin'! Yo kids run to meet me fo ice cream, you be runnin to meet me fo chronic.

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by Anonymousreply 37April 14, 2017 2:11 AM

I'm the red X on the outside of buildings telling firefighters that the building is unsafe to enter, even to fight a fire.

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by Anonymousreply 38April 14, 2017 2:11 AM

I'm Brenda the cashier at the aformentioned gas station with the bicep tattoos. I work graveyard to supplement my daytime job as a housekeeper at the nursing home. I'm only 33, but with my pockmarked skin and pack a day growl people think I'm in my early fifties.

by Anonymousreply 39April 14, 2017 2:13 AM

Aaaahhhh yeeeeeeaaa son!

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by Anonymousreply 40April 14, 2017 2:16 AM

I'm the bright kid who ignores all the crap going on around me, loves school, and gets the hell out.

by Anonymousreply 41April 14, 2017 2:17 AM

I'm every pizza/Chinese delivery place within a 50 mile radious.

I will NOT deliver where YOU live.

by Anonymousreply 42April 14, 2017 2:18 AM

I'm that weird article of clothing in the gutter that should not be there.

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by Anonymousreply 43April 14, 2017 2:19 AM

I'm the shelf full of bongs in the convenience store.

by Anonymousreply 44April 14, 2017 2:20 AM

I am the Pizza Hut with bulletproof service windows.

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by Anonymousreply 45April 14, 2017 2:20 AM

I'm the cigarette rack at the convenience store. You know you're in the ghetto when the shelves contain rows of Newports where the Marlboros usually are.

by Anonymousreply 46April 14, 2017 2:22 AM

I am the opened box full of single cigarettes at the convenience store above. Many folks can't afford a full box, and buy them one at a time. Next to me are cheap cigarillos.

by Anonymousreply 47April 14, 2017 2:26 AM

I worked with her too, R39. In this iteration, she was a NY Puerto Rican , USMC Gunnery Sergeant, the only female gunny I encountered in 3 years in the Marines. I strongly suspect she was family.

by Anonymousreply 48April 14, 2017 2:28 AM

Keep it bumpin'.

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by Anonymousreply 49April 14, 2017 2:28 AM

I'm the word "ask" which everyone pronounces as "ax".

by Anonymousreply 50April 14, 2017 2:31 AM

I'm the guy getting a blow job in the car from a prostitute. Across the street from the elementary school.

by Anonymousreply 51April 14, 2017 2:33 AM

Your house may look like crap on the inside, but I could care less. Just mow your lawn. Mowing and maintaining the street appearance of your house is a sign of respect for your neighborhood.

by Anonymousreply 52April 14, 2017 2:33 AM

I'm the kissing noises, whistles, obscene mumblings, & loud calls of "Ay mami!" that every female must ensure anytime she has the audacity to walk out of her apartment, from the age of 9 to 60.

I'll be relentless, threatening, and increasingly vulgar.

by Anonymousreply 53April 14, 2017 2:34 AM

*endure.

by Anonymousreply 54April 14, 2017 2:35 AM

That was me, #51.

by Anonymousreply 55April 14, 2017 2:36 AM

I'm Luis and Jorge sitting on the fifth floor windowsill yelling down to our friends on the street.

by Anonymousreply 56April 14, 2017 2:37 AM

[quote]So all we do around here anymore are "let's be" threads?

Well I'm Sweet Brown, and I ain't got time for this!

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by Anonymousreply 57April 14, 2017 2:37 AM

I'm the door of b.o. & urine. I'm EVERYWHERE.

by Anonymousreply 58April 14, 2017 2:37 AM

I'm the spent bullet casings, small zip baggies, and used condoms that litter the streets. I'm EVERYWHERE too!

by Anonymousreply 59April 14, 2017 2:39 AM

I am the lady with the cart, who digs through people's garbage bins, scavenging for recyclables.

by Anonymousreply 60April 14, 2017 2:40 AM

I'm that one ratty fucked up hank of Remy weave hair lying in the road. You can count on me, I'll always be here...

by Anonymousreply 61April 14, 2017 2:41 AM

*odor

by Anonymousreply 62April 14, 2017 2:42 AM

I'm plastic bags blown against fences.

I'm the streetlights that have been shot out.

I'm things you wouldn't think need to be chained down, like benches and trash cans, but are.

I'm ornate old churches, relics of a long gone past. My stained glass window s have been replaced multiple times by plain glass, security glass, and finally plywood. Mass is held in the language of the current group of immigrants. My doors are deadbolted and chained shut at sundown.

by Anonymousreply 63April 14, 2017 2:43 AM

We're the 3 foot long rats, mice, & indestructible roaches. We run this shit.

by Anonymousreply 64April 14, 2017 2:44 AM

I'm the Projects.

by Anonymousreply 65April 14, 2017 2:47 AM

I'm the terrified white people who never step foot in the neighborhood, but still think they know all about it.

by Anonymousreply 66April 14, 2017 2:48 AM

I'm the poverty activist who needs you to keep living like this.

by Anonymousreply 67April 14, 2017 2:50 AM

I'm the chicken bones all over the sidewalk!

by Anonymousreply 68April 14, 2017 2:57 AM

I'm one of many pawn shops. One of [italic]many[/italic].

by Anonymousreply 69April 14, 2017 3:00 AM

I'm the social worker who was going to make a difference and help you find your dignity but who now carries a can of mace and a small knife in my purse, thinks you people are ANIMALS, cries a lot and may have a drinking problem.

by Anonymousreply 70April 14, 2017 3:00 AM

I'm the upholstered couch on the front porch of one of the rundown duplexes.

by Anonymousreply 71April 14, 2017 3:03 AM

I'm one of the many sidewalk memorials devoted to a victim of gun violence. There are bottles of Hennessy, Virgin Mary candles, blunts and family photos scattered around the milk crate 'altar'.

by Anonymousreply 72April 14, 2017 3:06 AM

I'm the Catholic school where everyone takes their dogs to shit.

by Anonymousreply 73April 14, 2017 3:13 AM

I am Jorge and Luis, back in the 5th floor windowsill, screeching as we lower a bucket tied to a string. Once the bucket hits the ground, our buddy puts some pot and a few beers in it and we hoist it back up. All the while screeching in Spanish.

by Anonymousreply 74April 14, 2017 3:13 AM

I am the hip Banksy stencil art work on one of the project walls. I deliver a transformative message of hope to the neighborhood; however, no one who lives there understands the mural's message.

by Anonymousreply 75April 14, 2017 3:16 AM

I'm that young, angry couple who are obviously [italic]very much in love[/italic] *eyeroll* that like to walk down the street while swearing at each other about our respective decision making. One of us is always trailing the other and we're walking rather quickly.

by Anonymousreply 76April 14, 2017 3:18 AM

I'm poverty - and racism

by Anonymousreply 77April 14, 2017 3:31 AM

I'm the shitty tract houses right next to the airport. I constantly try to convince myself and my friends what a good deal it was and how you get used to all the noise and smell of jet fuel.

by Anonymousreply 78April 14, 2017 3:35 AM

I'm the baby on the corner selling weed at 3am.

I shouldn't be out here at 3am selling weed, you say? Nigga I got kids to feed!

by Anonymousreply 79April 14, 2017 3:46 AM

I'm the grape and pineapple soda that sells by the shitload around here.

by Anonymousreply 80April 14, 2017 3:47 AM

We're the white people, doing some low-key scouting of "The 'Wood", aka Inglewood, California, and waiting patiently for that new $3 billion football stadium to be built so that we can start the gentrification.

by Anonymousreply 81April 14, 2017 3:49 AM

We're the gaggle of street hoes who shimmy our shoulders in unison to signal our empowerment. DO NOT MESS WITH US GURL.

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by Anonymousreply 82April 14, 2017 3:52 AM

I'm the queen that has more wigs than Cher but lives of Social Security and Food Stamps.

by Anonymousreply 83April 14, 2017 4:01 AM

I'm the guilty billions that have been poured into this neighborhood to undo the effect of R77. Community outreach, Boys and Girls Clubs, revitalization, you name it. Streetlights fixed, trash hauled, broken windows fixed, community gardens planted, graffiti painted over, earnest social workers, preachers, tutors, community organizers, all giving their best shot to right past wrongs. None of it's amounted to a heap of dry shit.

by Anonymousreply 84April 14, 2017 4:04 AM

I am the neighbor who lives so close I can and do listen into all your backyard conversations.

by Anonymousreply 85April 14, 2017 4:06 AM

I'm the homophobic serial killer that tortures gay people because they are phaggits - depriving them of all possible sensation, binding together their arms and legs, making it obvious to them that I MYSELF am the reason why they are still alive. Not even Himmler would want to see me do my work on the fruitcake scumshits condemned in Dachau.

by Anonymousreply 86April 14, 2017 4:10 AM

I'm the racist fag that constantly posts these threads so I can Jack off to the hateful stereotypes.

by Anonymousreply 87April 14, 2017 4:14 AM

I'm the bullshit that the hateful fag at r84 just pulled out of his AIDS riddled ass.

by Anonymousreply 88April 14, 2017 4:15 AM

I'm a conservative monarchist of color that wishes libtards like R87 and R88 can go burn like the flammable bundle of sticks they are

by Anonymousreply 89April 14, 2017 4:17 AM

he's snatching' them up!

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by Anonymousreply 90April 14, 2017 4:19 AM

I'm the real source of children. Most of the breeding happens inside of me.

by Anonymousreply 91April 14, 2017 4:22 AM

I'm the weave tossed in the bushes that some hood rat pulled out of my owner's hair.

by Anonymousreply 92April 14, 2017 4:37 AM

I'm the security door and bars on the windows of the reasonably well-kept bungalow.

by Anonymousreply 93April 14, 2017 4:40 AM

I'm the television that has found a new home after being looted from the store.

by Anonymousreply 94April 14, 2017 4:41 AM

My name is Mary and I am the only girl on the block who wasn't given a ghetto whore name when I was born.

by Anonymousreply 95April 14, 2017 4:45 AM

We're the only Caucasian family in the neighborhood and we are racists for no other reason than that we're the only Caucasian family in the neighborhood.

by Anonymousreply 96April 14, 2017 4:48 AM

I'm the grape drink on the lower shelf, two rungs down from the Boone's Farm.

by Anonymousreply 97April 14, 2017 4:52 AM

I'm the black bum stealing your empty soda cans.

by Anonymousreply 98April 14, 2017 4:55 AM

I'm the pit bull/rottweiler/shepherd/doberman/bulldog chained up in the front yard.

by Anonymousreply 99April 14, 2017 4:58 AM

I'm the Korean beauty supply store.

by Anonymousreply 100April 14, 2017 5:02 AM

I'm the plastic flowers stuck in the small patch of dirt "garden".

by Anonymousreply 101April 14, 2017 5:02 AM

I'm Greater Metropolitan Mount Holy Olive Holiness Church of God in Christ.

by Anonymousreply 102April 14, 2017 5:06 AM

I'm the methadone clinic and the gaggle of colourful characters hanging out by the entrance at 7:00 am.

by Anonymousreply 103April 14, 2017 5:17 AM

I'm the bottle of Champale sitting next to the can of Colt 45 Malt Liquor.

by Anonymousreply 104April 14, 2017 5:25 AM

I'm a Vietnamese karaoke joint.

by Anonymousreply 105April 14, 2017 5:32 AM

God damn it, ignore that signature line.

by Anonymousreply 106April 14, 2017 5:33 AM

Champale?!? Were JJ and Telma there too?

by Anonymousreply 107April 14, 2017 5:33 AM

I be La'Tandra. And it my birfday, ya'll! Haaaayyy!

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by Anonymousreply 108April 14, 2017 5:33 AM

I'm the filthy mattress someone dumped off on the curb.

by Anonymousreply 109April 14, 2017 5:47 AM

Love you, r87 and r88. This thread is so vile.

by Anonymousreply 110April 14, 2017 6:06 AM

I'm Sal yelling at Sal jr for cutting class and slacking off at the Pizza shop

by Anonymousreply 111April 14, 2017 6:14 AM

I'm the stock boy (aka, the cashier's brother) at the corner liquor store. At around 3pm, I become the door monitor, only allowing the kids just getting out from school to enter the store two at a time.

by Anonymousreply 112April 14, 2017 6:22 AM

I'm the dead body parked in front of your house in an old hoopty

by Anonymousreply 113April 14, 2017 7:12 AM

I'm the salon where all the ladies get their hair did.

by Anonymousreply 114April 14, 2017 7:43 AM

[post redacted because linking to dailymail.co.uk clearly indicates that the poster is either a troll or an idiot (probably both, honestly.) Our advice is that you just ignore this poster but whatever you do, don't click on any link to this putrid rag.]

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by Anonymousreply 115April 14, 2017 7:49 AM

I'm the white landlord that owns most of the Section 8 buildings here. I'll lower your rent from a market $600 to $500 and then suck up the $1500 the government gives me while the suburban folks all blame YOU for getting a free ride.

by Anonymousreply 116April 14, 2017 7:54 AM

I'm the tamal guy with the cooler on wheels in the parking lot of the 99-cent store.

by Anonymousreply 117April 14, 2017 7:57 AM

We are the two women, Ember and L'Occitania, fighting over the man who got us both pregnant

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by Anonymousreply 118April 14, 2017 7:59 AM

I'm the Church's chicken with the Schlitz malt liquor poster on the side.

I'm Bishop Fontaines funeral parlor, we'll hold the body until everyone gets their checks, and everyone gets in from Deeetroit and Nawlins. We'll also contact the county jail to see if jerome, can have an escort to the services to go to mama's homegoing.

by Anonymousreply 119April 14, 2017 8:03 AM

I'm the Diet Coke drunk by the woman who is always calling her boyfriend a 'fawkin dawg'.

by Anonymousreply 120April 14, 2017 11:00 AM

I'm the off-brand fast food joints like Kansas Fried Chicken.

by Anonymousreply 121April 14, 2017 11:14 AM

I'm the huge old 1960's era car, I'm the only car you can afford since you need to transport your 8 kids around the hood with the huge speakers blasting as you drive down the street.

by Anonymousreply 122April 14, 2017 11:30 AM

I am the Korean who owns the corner convenience store.

Either I, or my wife, or one of my kids who works here will follow you around the store until you've made your purchase and leave.

by Anonymousreply 123April 14, 2017 12:12 PM

I am the old man who has lived in this house for 50 years.

I came here with my wife to find work in one of the booming local industries.

She worked as a clerk in a city office, working her way up to department manager before retiring.

We raised 3 kids together in this house. They're all professionals, university graduates, married with families of their own.

Sometimes I like to tell my neighbors what it was like here, a long time ago when it was a nice neighborhood with nice houses and nice families living in them.

My kids plead with me to get what I can for the house and move in with one of them. But this is MY house. I made the final payment on it 20 years ago. I own it outright, and I did it working 60 hours a week, year after year after year. My babies were born here and raised here. My wife died here.

I will too.

by Anonymousreply 124April 14, 2017 12:22 PM

I'm the liquor store that all the young guys hang out in front of buying and selling drugs, guns and whores.

by Anonymousreply 125April 14, 2017 12:26 PM

I'm the junkie fighting with my girlfriend in the middle of the street at midnight over who gets the last dose of heroine before we both have to back out and suck dicks to get some more.

by Anonymousreply 126April 14, 2017 12:43 PM

R124, That could be me. You made me cry.

by Anonymousreply 127April 14, 2017 1:03 PM

We're the common law married couple.

I'm the wife who collects child support from two exes even though I never take care of my three kids, they're with their grandparents. I also collect gov't money for the kids and they never see a dime of that money.

I'm the husband. I had a "back injury" 20 years ago and I've been on gov't disability ever since. I don't do any work around the house or yard because of my sore back but I can walk my three giant dogs, play soccer and carry in cases of beer with no effort.

We also collect a gov't housing allowance so we can afford to live in a nice house. I would say a good street also, but this street hasn't been good since we moved onto it.

by Anonymousreply 128April 14, 2017 1:07 PM

I'm the "great bones" of the row of vandalized 1890s brownstones that will entice gay men and lesbians to gentrify this shitty neighborhood.

by Anonymousreply 129April 14, 2017 1:07 PM

I love you R111

by Anonymousreply 130April 14, 2017 1:10 PM

OP, by "bad" did you really mean black or Latino?

by Anonymousreply 131April 14, 2017 1:12 PM

Let me guess...most if not all of the responses here are from white queens.

by Anonymousreply 132April 14, 2017 1:49 PM

And here come the red queens to lecture them.

by Anonymousreply 133April 14, 2017 1:51 PM

I'm the suburban gay guy who moved here for the low rent and the cute Rough Trade.

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by Anonymousreply 134April 14, 2017 2:02 PM

I'm the open 24 hours White Castle...

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by Anonymousreply 135April 14, 2017 2:08 PM

I'm the sound of gun fire that everybody tells themselves are firecrackers.*

by Anonymousreply 136April 14, 2017 2:33 PM

[quote] R84: I'm the guilty billions that have been poured into this neighborhood ...Community outreach, Boys and Girls Clubs, revitalization, ...Streetlights fixed, trash hauled, broken windows fixed, community gardens planted, graffiti painted over, earnest social workers, preachers, tutors, community organizers... None of it's amounted to a heap of dry shit.

It's worked in Boston's South End. The Projects are so safe that I'll walk right through them on my way about. It helped that they built million dollar condos all around them, and the condo owners are the ones that planted flowers and tended the yards on the Projects property. Twenty years ago, you'd hear gunfire all the time (though rarely deaths); and half of the Projects units were boarded-up and graffiti covered. No longer!

by Anonymousreply 137April 14, 2017 2:45 PM

I'm the neglected, historic, [italic]Ye Old Burial Ground, [/italic]with the tombs that have metal doors whose locks have disintegrated with time. I'm around the corner from the Methadone Clinic. The homeless people crawl into the open tombs to sleep.

Eventually, that pesky Mayor Mumbles had all the doors resealed, just when we had a good thing going.*

by Anonymousreply 138April 14, 2017 2:52 PM

I am the former mansion on the corner that used to house one family and their servants. I have been divided up into 10 one and 2 bedroom apartments housing 18 families.

by Anonymousreply 139April 14, 2017 3:02 PM

It has only recently gone bad thanks to the dreadful Kushners.

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by Anonymousreply 140April 14, 2017 3:20 PM

I'm the woman walking mindlessly through the action on my way to steal a chicken leg.

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by Anonymousreply 141April 14, 2017 5:32 PM

[quote] Let me guess...most if not all of the responses here are from white queens.

Chris Rock - 'If a friend calls you on the telephone and says they're lost on Martin Luther King Boulevard and they want to know what they should do, the best response is ‘Run!’

by Anonymousreply 142April 14, 2017 5:34 PM

R47 Those are called "loosies."

R99 Those first two breeds are properly called Pet Bulls and Rock Wilders.

I'm the teenage couple making out enthusiastically while standing in front of the WIC office.

by Anonymousreply 143April 14, 2017 6:45 PM

Dear R132 and all the other posters with their inevitable accusations of racism: at least once a week we have a White Trash thread of some kind, and that's not counting all the disparaging to downright nasty references to working class white people in threads that have nothing to do with race or class--cooking, movies, football, whatever. That's my background but I have to acknowledge that amid the tedious "deplorable" comments, there's a lot of humor and I've contributed myself. But then when the focus flips the other way and it's the Hood in the spotlight, the response is butt hurt self-righteousness. If you dish it out , you better be ready to take it, so with all due respect, Suck it, City Boy.

by Anonymousreply 144April 14, 2017 6:49 PM

I am the quarter water.

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by Anonymousreply 145April 14, 2017 6:53 PM

I'm the used car and salvage lot, surrounded by fifteen feet of razor wire-topped chain link, and patrolled by 2 pit bulls.

by Anonymousreply 146April 14, 2017 6:54 PM

I'm the formerly grand hotel, now used as low income senior housing. All my fancy Art Deco fixtures were replaced by the grim utilitarian institutional style in the 70s. In the summer, my AC system will break down (or the heating will break down in the winter). Several octogenarian residents will die and the local news will be out here,eyes darting nervously around as they attempt to interview residents and non-English speaking staff. The owner of the building will not respond to repeated requests for interviews.

by Anonymousreply 147April 14, 2017 7:00 PM

I am the single mother asking my daughter's preschool teacher for $10 so I can buy milk and diapers.

by Anonymousreply 148April 14, 2017 7:58 PM

I'm the homeless black man ranting about 5,000 different subjects yet saying nothing.

by Anonymousreply 149April 14, 2017 8:04 PM

I am the fat 20 year old mother sitting on the stoop puffing on a Kool cigarette with pantyhose wrapped around my head yelling at my children "get out of the street nigga".

by Anonymousreply 150April 14, 2017 8:20 PM

I am the black preacher of the local church who blames homosexuals for offending God who has taken His anger out on the neighborhood.

by Anonymousreply 151April 14, 2017 8:21 PM

I'm the choir boy/trade Mr. Local Church Preacher picks up on Saturday night so he can sweat through a sermon for forgiveness Sunday morning.

by Anonymousreply 152April 14, 2017 8:54 PM

I'm the 23 year-old babymomma with four kids, and they all have different fathers. I will be a grandmother in my early 30s.

by Anonymousreply 153April 14, 2017 8:56 PM

I'm the jewelry store where you can buy a chunky gold lion head pendant for $88,000 or a half inch thick gold chain for 50 grand. The staff make Marcellus Wallace and Machete look like a couple of poodle groomers and pack more heat than the 4th Recon Brigade. People walk past briskly. If you linger outside for more than ten seconds, one of the boys will come out and ask if he can be of assistance. It's rumored the owner has gold bars in a vault inside. No one ever robs this place. You'd be suicidal to try. Also you'd need a tank and some bunker-busters.

by Anonymousreply 154April 14, 2017 9:09 PM

We're the ghosts of residents past. It wasn't always lIke this around here....

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by Anonymousreply 155April 14, 2017 9:13 PM

I'm the local over-priced "fish place"; feed a family of four for just $80!

"You Buy, We Fry!"

by Anonymousreply 156April 15, 2017 12:24 AM

I'm the young Hwhite woman smoking beside her stroller outside of the coffee shop.

by Anonymousreply 157April 15, 2017 12:42 AM

I'm the white girl with 3 multi-racial children.

by Anonymousreply 158April 15, 2017 12:45 AM

Me too!

by Anonymousreply 159April 15, 2017 12:53 AM

I'm meth. I'm [italic]very[/italic] popular here.

by Anonymousreply 160April 15, 2017 12:54 AM

I saw R157's girl just before she gave birth. She was still smoking and drinking coffee even then.

by Anonymousreply 161April 15, 2017 1:03 AM

It's sad, people don't choose to live in these places. yes lots of bad guys but most are just victims of circumstance.

by Anonymousreply 162April 15, 2017 1:11 AM

I'm the Walmart Super Center that was built to bring jobs to the community. I am crawling with loss prevention employees in plain clothes and rent a cops. City police officers are parked outside at all times.

by Anonymousreply 163April 15, 2017 1:15 AM

I'm the gay man moving in with an attitude who gets his ass bashed due to his nasty attitude.

by Anonymousreply 164April 15, 2017 1:50 AM

I've just moved to one of the dodgiest neighbour hoods in my country. It's funny how some things are the same -- the random piece of clothing lying buried on the street, the stencil art of 'uplifting' messages about what the community could be, the shoes over the power lines, the boarded up windows and the pit bulls.

Things we don't have; gun violence. So no bulletholes or protective glass. No homeless people because of social welfare. There are a lot of churches with handwritten signs, I guess the very poor have to have something to cling to in every country they live in.

by Anonymousreply 165April 15, 2017 2:10 AM

I'm the bars on every window in the neighborhood.

Every window.

by Anonymousreply 166April 15, 2017 2:30 AM

I'm the Magnum XXL condoms. I thought I'd be a big seller, but no one buys me anymore.

by Anonymousreply 167April 15, 2017 2:48 AM

r167, certain cultures don't really use condoms. It's not "macho."

by Anonymousreply 168April 15, 2017 2:54 AM

I'm the black lady shopping at Wal-Mart in her pajamas and curlers in her hair.

by Anonymousreply 169April 15, 2017 7:31 AM

Where are you from R165? Because if you're from the UK, there sure as hell ARE homeless people there.

by Anonymousreply 170April 15, 2017 10:05 AM

R164 I'm the gay guy getting beat up just for being gay- no attitude required!

When I can get 2 nickles to rub together I'll be out of here forever!

by Anonymousreply 171April 15, 2017 12:22 PM

I am the check cashing establishment with lines of people waiting to cash their welfare checks.

by Anonymousreply 172April 15, 2017 12:35 PM

I sell shit like shampoo I stole from the store on apps like Let It Go.

by Anonymousreply 173April 15, 2017 12:52 PM

I'm the towering pyramids of pitbull shit that litter the sidewalk.

I'm the bodega that advertises all its hot breakfast sandwiches as having turkey bacon and turkey ham instead of actual pork.

I'm that same bodega's picky male clientele who put their noses up to pork but are perfectly willing to drink a 20 oz blue colored corn syrup drink.

I'm a jacked looking white Honda Prelude with tinted windows, rear spoiler, and gold rims. I'm parked in a FREE spot in the parking lot of the housing project. Parking lots actually charge 300-700 bucks a month in NYC for the average person depending on he neighborhood and car.

I'm the store that sells saints statues, incense, mysterious herbs, and candles in every color. I'm dark and mysterious and no one ever visits yet I'm still there.

I'm the beauty supply store that sells human hair extensions, jars of hair products, silk scarves, and large toothed combs. The girls all stock up on my shit before they wash their hair on Saturday.

I'm the dingy storefront Pentecostal church. I used to be a German deli 50 years ago, the Germans would actually scrub the stoop and door handles until they shined.

I'm the elderly black male about 90 years old, out for a stroll with my elderly black wife. We don't actually exist.

by Anonymousreply 174April 15, 2017 1:16 PM

I am Glasgow Village, a suburb of St. Louis. I began life in 1951 as a planned community of 1800 small ranch homes for people looking to leave the dirt and grime of the city. I am perched on the bluffs of the Mississippi River with spectacular views to the east. I was once a bastion of working class America, with good public and parochial schools and its own shopping center.

Today, I am a repository for Section 8 tenants rejected by other Section 8 landlords. Many of my houses are boarded up. If homes do sell, they are sold for less than what people paid for them in 1951. My Catholic schools closed long ago, and the long vacant shopping center was recently torn down. My public schools, once perennial champs in both sports and scholastics, lost their accreditation a couple of years ago.

I feel bad, but I'm no worse off than my nearby contemporaries, like Hathaway Hills, Bissell Hills and Castle Point.

by Anonymousreply 175April 15, 2017 1:26 PM

I'm the creative professional making sandwich art

by Anonymousreply 176April 15, 2017 2:08 PM

I'm one of the twenty-six nail salons within a 3 block radius.

by Anonymousreply 177April 15, 2017 2:23 PM

I'm the three inch thick bullet-proof glass in the 'Chinese' take-out place. Your order is slipped into a spinning door, and the staff are all rushed into a dark van at closing.

By the way, nothing's actually Chinese on the menu. Their #1 selling fish (Fried Chicken wings with hot sauce) isn't exactly authentic.

I'm the golden plastic cat with the waving mechanical arm on the counter of the Chinese place.

by Anonymousreply 178April 15, 2017 2:28 PM

R175 is being disingenuous since the "dirt and grime" of St. Louis meant blacks. But the blacks followed them and they fled to O'Fallon.

by Anonymousreply 179April 15, 2017 2:49 PM

R179 is being disingenuous himself by denying the fact that once section 8 moves in,a neighborhood plummets .And by section 8 I do mean blacks.

by Anonymousreply 180April 15, 2017 4:52 PM

I'm the twenty something black guy who knows that even if I manage to pay my way through school and get an education I may still be stuck here.

In the meantime I play along to get along but truthfully I resent most of my neighbors for perpetuating stereotypes that other races have about us, not that white people won't use any excuse to marginalize us.

by Anonymousreply 181April 15, 2017 7:37 PM

I'm the pedestrian who crosses in the middle of the block daring you to hit him.

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by Anonymousreply 182April 15, 2017 7:57 PM

I'm the security "academy" tucked away in the corner of the strip mall. If you have $130 and six hours to spare, you can get your "guard card" with firearm-certification.

by Anonymousreply 183April 15, 2017 8:39 PM

R180 I am a rust belt town in the Hudson Valley that has become a Section 8 haven for poor whites, and many are addicted to heroin.

I am a doctor at the above town's local community health center. Most of my patients are white and are either on SSI or are trying to get it. I have teenage patients who want me to fill out disability forms for them as soon as they turn 18. One of my patients asked me for some money to buy cigarettes.

by Anonymousreply 184April 15, 2017 10:41 PM

But r184 they're not shooting each other in the streets and causing general mayhem in public, are they?

by Anonymousreply 185April 15, 2017 11:48 PM

I'm from New Zealand, r165. In the suburb I'm living in there are no homeless people pushing trolleys etc. We do have homeless people but they tend to congregate in the city center rather than the residential areas. They also often have mental illnesses and decline housing offered to them. The area I live in has a lot of 'state housing' similar to council estates but with land because NZ's population was so small at that time and we had plenty of land. But the houses were shabbily built for the most part and are in severe disrepair.

I guess I am part of the gentrification problem?

by Anonymousreply 186April 16, 2017 12:19 AM

Sure you are, r171. You have an attitude and you deserved it.

by Anonymousreply 187April 16, 2017 1:14 AM

R172 you must also be from 1978.

by Anonymousreply 188April 16, 2017 1:28 AM

R185 they do. To a lesser extent, but they do.

by Anonymousreply 189April 16, 2017 1:37 AM

White people mayhem...

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by Anonymousreply 190April 16, 2017 1:40 AM

More classy whites.

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by Anonymousreply 191April 16, 2017 1:44 AM

High class YT!

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by Anonymousreply 192April 16, 2017 1:46 AM

Nice.

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by Anonymousreply 193April 16, 2017 1:55 AM

R187 This is why all decent people must leave!

by Anonymousreply 194April 16, 2017 2:24 AM

I am the homeless guy picking up those cigarette butts from the cracks in the sidewalk so I can empty the remaining shreds of tobacco from each one and roll them up in a paper to make one whole cigarette. Or I might just light and take the last puff from each one and drop it back into the crack. Or just hang around the bus stop and ask you for one of yours.

by Anonymousreply 195April 16, 2017 4:05 AM

I'm the Snooty Fox Motel, and I rent rooms by the hour.

by Anonymousreply 196April 16, 2017 6:02 AM

I'm the gorgeous 28-year-old dude strutting across the street, wearing a tank top to show off my biceps and chest, who gives you a wink when I notice you're staring at me in awe. I turn the corner, and you'll never see me again.

by Anonymousreply 197April 16, 2017 6:25 AM

I'm the scent of cat pee.

by Anonymousreply 198April 16, 2017 6:28 AM

I'm the gun going off in the heat of the battle.

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by Anonymousreply 199April 16, 2017 7:36 AM

I'm the nearly-teen boy, with cracking voice, loudly calling for my mom outside her "friend"'s apartment at 6 in the morning.

I call and call for nearly 20 minutes, until mom's "friend" [sometimes also called my "uncle"] finally opens one of the windows and tells me to go back home, my mom's still sleeping, and closes the window again.

I resume calling for another 15 fruitless minutes, until my voice finally gives up and I wander home to a pathetic breakfast of soda and pop tarts.

It will be another few years before I realise that Mom was actually passed out or high, not sleeping, and that she was fucking her "friend"/my "uncle".

by Anonymousreply 200April 16, 2017 10:44 AM

I'm the broken glass, all over the fucking place.

You never realised how many glass bottles and jars there are in the average home, until you saw me at least once every single block, every single day.

by Anonymousreply 201April 16, 2017 10:46 AM

I'm the smell of stale piss on the front door of your building a few drunks needed to relive themselves and chose your buildings front door.

by Anonymousreply 202April 16, 2017 11:10 AM

I am the turnstile in the subway that people jump over to avoid paying the fare.

by Anonymousreply 203April 16, 2017 12:53 PM

Why are there fagggots on This site intent on disparaging black people?

by Anonymousreply 204April 16, 2017 3:14 PM

I'm the apartment building that even people from this bad neighborhood avoid.

by Anonymousreply 205April 16, 2017 3:51 PM

For the same reasons we disparage other homosexuals, Jews, people in show business, et. al......get a sense of humor....everything said on this topic is the truth.

by Anonymousreply 206April 16, 2017 4:06 PM

"Why are there fagggots on This site intent on disparaging black people? " Whats with the 3 g's ? We know you,re ignorant,but apparently you're illiterate as well. Sometimes truth is uncomfortable,but that doesnt make it any less true.

by Anonymousreply 207April 16, 2017 5:58 PM

I'm the dentist office next door to the security "academy" tucked away in the corner of the strip mall. Six crowns of 22kt yellow dental for $2000 each. Palladium and Diamond options also available for our more refined bitches.

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by Anonymousreply 208April 16, 2017 7:00 PM

I'm a loosie. I cost you two bucks.

by Anonymousreply 209April 16, 2017 7:06 PM

I am the high school that no one attends, yet all the students graduate.

by Anonymousreply 210April 17, 2017 1:10 AM

Am I a shop. or a store or a lounge or...? Oh, I keep forgetting. I'm a church.

by Anonymousreply 211April 17, 2017 1:23 AM

I'm 20 cats in heat.

by Anonymousreply 212April 17, 2017 1:24 AM

I'm the couch on the front porch.

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by Anonymousreply 213April 17, 2017 1:52 AM

I'm the person with shopping bags walking back to the apartment complex alongside the road with no sidewalks...not because I'm trying to stay healthy but because I HAVE to.

by Anonymousreply 214April 17, 2017 2:13 AM

I'm the rotting plywood sign at the entrance of the tract house sub-divsion that was builder grade even in the 80s and is quickly turning into a suburban ghetto.

Welcome to Summercrest South!

by Anonymousreply 215April 17, 2017 2:26 AM

I'm the couch on the sidewalk.

by Anonymousreply 216April 17, 2017 2:35 AM

I'm the discarded mattress on the sidewalk.

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by Anonymousreply 217April 17, 2017 2:57 AM

I'm councilman Roscoe T. Jenkins III, I rob my constituents blind and never bring a dime to the community, but the project residents love me as I sell them up the river and out of the picture.

by Anonymousreply 218April 17, 2017 3:11 AM

[quote]I'm the Gays who are moving in as they sense an opportunity.

I'm the Jews following then intruding on the gays

by Anonymousreply 219April 17, 2017 3:19 AM

R204,used to be very liberal. Have you ever lost your job because you are a White boy mother fucker, been hit over the head wirh a baseball bat. Written up because at 51 you cant keep up with a 17 year old negro. Have a black man beat the shit out of you,almost stab you to death. If not move to NOLA.

Surprisingly, still a Democrat

by Anonymousreply 220April 17, 2017 4:26 AM

I'm the stains on the back seat of the car that has been up on blocks for five years. Why can't people find some other place to fuck??

by Anonymousreply 221April 17, 2017 5:36 AM

You are both slime, r219.

by Anonymousreply 222April 17, 2017 6:59 AM

R220. Dear heart deplorable, you deserved the bat, the write up and the knife.

You are a despicable and deplorable piece of shit.

by Anonymousreply 223April 17, 2017 7:02 AM

R99, every breed you listed is straight out of Germany. Coinky?

by Anonymousreply 224April 17, 2017 8:18 AM

Great thread.

by Anonymousreply 225April 17, 2017 8:46 AM

I'm the 3 guys passed out in the alley next to your building sleeping off the booze from last night. It's summer and we are wearing t shirts and shorts at least one guy has his legs spread so that cock and balls are falling out of his shorts for anyone passing by to see.

by Anonymousreply 226April 17, 2017 11:40 AM

R204, you are the racist asshole, cuz nobody in this thread is talking only about blacks. There are trashy scum of all races living in these neighbourhoods.

And even if some of comments are specifically about certain races, DL is not only for Americans. Posters in this thread may be from any number of countries, which means there are at least a dozen different races that are theoretically being insulted here.

But no, you're black, so everything is always about blacks and how tough they have it and how racist everybody else is against you. Waah waah waah, cry me a fucking river, you douchebag piece of shit.

[Btw, I've already got you blocked, so don't bother replying]

by Anonymousreply 227April 17, 2017 12:17 PM

I'm where R204 calls home.

by Anonymousreply 228April 17, 2017 12:23 PM

I am the data in the car insurance office that tells the agent to charge you a hell of a lot more for coverage than someone across town with the same car make, model, and year.

by Anonymousreply 229April 17, 2017 12:25 PM

I am the bail bonds office next door to the pawn shop.

No....

I am the bail bonds offices next door to the pawn shops.

by Anonymousreply 230April 17, 2017 12:27 PM

I'm the hoarder house that has spilled out into the muddy,dog poop covered front yard with junk filled old cars,truck canopies, bicycle parts and cracked kiddie pools.

by Anonymousreply 231April 17, 2017 12:35 PM

[quote] trashy scum of all races

Coincidentally, this was the summary line from DL's latest census report!

by Anonymousreply 232April 17, 2017 12:36 PM

I'm the slumlord!

I used to be Jewish and sometimes still am, but I am also Chinese in many cities.

by Anonymousreply 233April 17, 2017 12:44 PM

I'm the free 'Bama phone , that conservatives rage against

by Anonymousreply 234April 17, 2017 1:45 PM

R224 - except the pitbull which was English. I guess people like nazi-youth dogs to go with their nazi-youth haircuts.

by Anonymousreply 235April 17, 2017 2:18 PM

I am the shopping cart full of huge trashbags filled with laundry coming home from the laundromat.

by Anonymousreply 236April 17, 2017 6:55 PM

I'm Poochie and imma want a case quarter!

by Anonymousreply 237April 17, 2017 9:40 PM

I'm the huge, new modern supermarket that was finally built at great expense (including some to the taxpayers) after years of clamoring by the residents that they were being discriminated against and that their neighborhood was "underserved." My grand opening was a huge event, attended by local political and religious leaders.

I will be shuttered within two years due to lack of patronage and excessive losses from shoplifiting.

by Anonymousreply 238April 18, 2017 1:03 AM

I'm the poor little baby child who is born as the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago morn'

by Anonymousreply 239April 18, 2017 3:30 AM

I'm the 250 pound teenage girl who no one could tell I was pregnant until I gave birth to the kid in the Walmart ladies room and tried to flush it down the toilet. For some reason the court still found me to be a fit mother and now I'm stuck with this kid. I wish I knew who the father was so I could get some support money from him.

by Anonymousreply 240April 18, 2017 3:59 AM

I'm the cracked-out bitch cooking up some more crack in the Walmart ladies' bathroom stall right next to r240.

by Anonymousreply 241April 18, 2017 4:02 AM

I'm the one supermarket within a 4-mile radius. It's 3pm on a Saturday, my shelves are barely stocked, and exactly one cash register (manned by the slowest cashier in existence) is open, because fuck you.

by Anonymousreply 242April 18, 2017 4:38 AM

I'm the 25 cent Kool cigarettes sold individually at the counter in the local liquor store because nobody in this hood can afford a pack, much less a carton.

by Anonymousreply 243April 18, 2017 4:49 AM

I'm the distinct "Click" of car doors being locked as the suburban frau drives past the neighborhood.

by Anonymousreply 244April 18, 2017 6:17 AM

I'm the Shania Twain albums that are left alone during the big store raid.

by Anonymousreply 245April 18, 2017 6:23 AM

I'm the smoke that billows out the doors of the local vape shop as a woman stumbles out with her baby.

by Anonymousreply 246April 18, 2017 6:27 AM

I am SHAMIKA!

by Anonymousreply 247April 18, 2017 1:03 PM

I am the MAH NIGGA!

by Anonymousreply 248April 18, 2017 5:48 PM

I am the Wic and food benefits card used to buy grape soda, chips, and fried chicken.

by Anonymousreply 249April 18, 2017 5:57 PM

I am the formerly fresh fruits and vegetables that everybody demanded fill space at the local store as a healthy food choice. Nobody buys me. Why should they when the local donut store takes EBT and serves fried chicken?

by Anonymousreply 250April 18, 2017 9:53 PM

I am the guy at Target who puts a stereo on the bottom of my shopping cart and then walks out without paying for it.

by Anonymousreply 251April 19, 2017 3:41 AM

Im the Barack Obama mural from 2008, waiting for someone to paint over Bill Cosby.

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by Anonymousreply 252April 19, 2017 4:15 AM

[quote]I am the guy at Target who puts a stereo on the bottom of my shopping cart and then walks out without paying for it.

A "stereo"? Are you posting from 1965?

by Anonymousreply 253April 19, 2017 5:56 AM

I am the social worker who just got beat up

by Anonymousreply 254April 19, 2017 2:14 PM

I am the social worker who just got beat up

by Anonymousreply 255April 19, 2017 2:14 PM

I am the orange drink put in the baby bottle.

by Anonymousreply 256April 19, 2017 2:44 PM

I am the empty nip bottles of liquor and packs of Newports that litter the streets.

by Anonymousreply 257April 19, 2017 2:54 PM

I am the cheap bottle of Thunderbird mixed with Kool Aid.

by Anonymousreply 258April 20, 2017 7:06 AM

I am the tattoos on everyone's neck with names of baby daddies -(in script of course), gang symbols and portraits of loved ones.

by Anonymousreply 259April 20, 2017 12:47 PM

I'm those tattoos too! I say "There I Go But For The Grace of God", "Nobody Can Judge Me But God", and "Family."

by Anonymousreply 260April 20, 2017 1:24 PM

I'm the faded billboard for Avengers: Age of Ultron that's barely covering up the devastated billboard for Big Hero 6...

by Anonymousreply 261April 20, 2017 6:27 PM

I'm the sticker on the rear window of the beat up truck that says, "In memory of......... " People often wonder if the body is in the vehicle.

by Anonymousreply 262April 20, 2017 6:50 PM

i am the blighted buildings that have looked that way for the last 25 years.

by Anonymousreply 263April 20, 2017 6:55 PM

I am the pastel church hats on the 80 year old women who could never left the hood

by Anonymousreply 264April 21, 2017 3:00 AM

I'm the lost, frightened white lady.

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by Anonymousreply 265April 21, 2017 5:15 AM

I'm the storefront advertising cash for gold, bail bonds, passport photos, faxes, income tax preparation, and travel services. I have a single desk with two folding chairs and a faded poster of Ghana hanging by a thread.

by Anonymousreply 266April 21, 2017 2:01 PM

We're the Jets and the Sharks. We terrorize the neighborhood with our singing and dancing.

by Anonymousreply 267April 21, 2017 11:49 PM

I'm Lincoln Center, which now sits on your former neighborhood, Sharks and Jets.

So smoke on your pipe and put that in.

by Anonymousreply 268April 22, 2017 6:11 AM

I am a disgarded "JET" magazine.

by Anonymousreply 269April 22, 2017 1:25 PM

I am (was) a laborer for Laclede Gas Company in St. Louis. My coworker and I were simply doing our job when someone from the neighborhood came up to us and shot and killed both of us, for no reason.

by Anonymousreply 270April 22, 2017 2:41 PM

I'm problems with everything. Getting on the bus with my children involves yelling, cursing and slapping. Buying a soft drink means a fight in the store with my boyfriend. Walking down the street means probably at least a few words exchanged because some bitch pumped into me. I have never known any other way to live.

by Anonymousreply 271April 22, 2017 3:20 PM

I'm expensive cars (financed) modified with rims, tinted windows, and the loudest stereo sound systems possible, parked in front of shabby houses and apartment buildings.

by Anonymousreply 272February 28, 2021 11:18 PM

I'm the one bedroom bungalows that are right up against the sidewalk that have furniture leaning against the wall outside because of a bedbug infestation.

by Anonymousreply 273February 28, 2021 11:31 PM

I’m the homeless people huddled up in the let station on winter nights and early mornings

by Anonymousreply 274March 1, 2021 12:17 AM

I’m the empty Magnum condom wrappers littering the street.

by Anonymousreply 275March 1, 2021 3:26 AM

I’m the saggy pants boys with combs stuck in their hair as a fashion statement.

by Anonymousreply 276March 1, 2021 3:26 AM

I’m the empty, greasy fast food bags and empty food wrappers from Popeye’s, Church’s, and McDonalds that are littering the streets and parking lots, instead of being disposed of properly.

by Anonymousreply 277March 1, 2021 3:30 AM

I’m Karen and I got off the wrong exit on the interstate. The red lights are longer in this part of town. Oh no, there’s a black man minding his business crossing the street! Turn green, dammit turn green. What do I do?

by Anonymousreply 278March 1, 2021 4:01 AM

I am the black guy

by Anonymousreply 279March 1, 2021 4:34 AM

I'm the chicken bones on the sidewalk.

by Anonymousreply 280March 1, 2021 5:19 AM

I'm the styrofoam container containing the chicken bones on the sidewalk.

There was rice and coleslaw inside me too, but that's all gone now.

by Anonymousreply 281March 1, 2021 7:15 AM

I'm the mildly expensive shampoo and conditioner that that has it's very own prison cell in what passes for a supermarket.

by Anonymousreply 282March 1, 2021 8:18 AM

I'm the hipster, socially progressive young couple that bought into the area to show their friends and family that not all people in bad areas are bad. We are going to be the change we want to see! On our first night we'll call the cops because of the beating a woman is getting in the house next door until we realize that it happens every night and in the morning they'll be out in the back yard smoking and drinking it up at 11:00am. We'll also never get used to the woman throwing her rubbish over our fence, and when we politely ask her to stop she'll accuse us of judging her and throw even more trash our way. We'll also make the mistake of being mildly nice to their children who will pay us back by calling us cunts when we leave the house and smashing out windows for the fun of it.

We'll eventually sell at a loss and settle for a small one bedder in a hipster part of town because owning anything larger would be wasteful and bowing to capitalism, but it's really because we invested badly in the first place and now the market's run away on us.

by Anonymousreply 283March 1, 2021 8:29 AM

I'm the young gay guy who gets called all sorts of things and physically threatened every time I leave the house. When my mother asks me to walk to the local shop to pick up something I start to sweat and panic. I live my life in constant fear and have developed acrophobia.

by Anonymousreply 284March 1, 2021 9:04 AM

Acrophobia is a fear of heights, darling r284.

by Anonymousreply 285March 1, 2021 9:08 AM

I'm a conversation had by two or more parties shouting to each other from opposite sides of the street, or from separate tables in a restaurant, or from different aisles in a market, etc.

by Anonymousreply 286March 1, 2021 3:28 PM

I'm RimTyme(not that one) and the check cashing store, you know you're in the hood when we move in.

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by Anonymousreply 287March 1, 2021 3:48 PM

R287, next time you’re in Kenmore Sq. check out “Ellis the Rim Man”.

No, not that one!

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by Anonymousreply 288March 1, 2021 4:45 PM

I'm "Mr. Save on Cable," a white douchebag with a blaccent and a doo rag, who sells bootleg streaming subscriptions and jailbroken Fire Sticks.

by Anonymousreply 289March 1, 2021 5:02 PM

I’m the check-cashing window at the liquor store on welfare check day, and I have bountiful bottles of Thunderbird wine and packs of Newport menthol cigarettes waiting to be sold on a shelf adjacent to me.

by Anonymousreply 290March 1, 2021 6:07 PM

I'm skirts, automotive jacks, and Uncle Daddies! Skirts around the perimeters of each trailer, save the point where a car jack is holding up one end of the place, while my Sissy Mama lounges with my Uncle Daddie, meth pipe in hand!

by Anonymousreply 291March 1, 2021 6:30 PM

These are poetic imagery you queens have personified. Beautiful.

by Anonymousreply 292March 1, 2021 6:50 PM

I’m the trans prostitutes hanging out in the treeless, cement park, whistling low and saying “hey chicken I wanna suck you” to the skittish hipster trying to walk to the store. They don’t know about being stunning and brave in this neighborhood.

by Anonymousreply 293March 1, 2021 6:57 PM

Im the dirty diapers tossed out of the air condition-less 1980 Ford Taurus and into the parking lot of the pawn shop

by Anonymousreply 294March 1, 2021 7:10 PM

I’m the smell of chitlins and turkey neck bones simmering on the one-burner hot plate in the poorly insulated hovel next door.

by Anonymousreply 295March 1, 2021 7:15 PM

I’m the plexiglass at the check out counter at every corner store and Chinese food joint.

by Anonymousreply 296March 1, 2021 7:22 PM

I’m the Shaker Heights school system. I still have a National reputation, just not for academics.

by Anonymousreply 297March 1, 2021 7:23 PM

I'm the signs posted at the park reminding everyone this is a Drug Free Zone.

by Anonymousreply 298March 2, 2021 3:51 AM

I’m 88 year old Miss Ettie. I’ve lived in the Craftsman house on Olive Street since 1958. This was a low income, but nice area when Henry and I moved in. I raised my kids here and lost my husband here. Everyone in the neighborhood knows me and looks out for me. Due to the spike in crime since the crack epidemic in the ‘80s, my son insists I move in with him, but I love this house. I pretty much keep to myself. Just go to church and take the bus down to the store once a week for groceries. I still never sit in Henry’s chair. I miss him so.

by Anonymousreply 299March 2, 2021 4:13 AM

I'm Tide laundry detergent, a precious commodity.

by Anonymousreply 300March 2, 2021 3:43 PM

I'm the broken Crown Royal bottles in the gutter.

by Anonymousreply 301March 2, 2021 3:59 PM

I'm Prospect Avenue, but my nickname is "Suspect Avenue"

by Anonymousreply 302March 2, 2021 4:07 PM

We're the Goys and we're scummy motherfuckers.

by Anonymousreply 303March 2, 2021 4:08 PM

I'm the white male datalounger who's never traveled 50 miles from mom's basement where he starts these threads 24/7.

by Anonymousreply 304March 2, 2021 4:14 PM

I'm the easy to score hot dickings.

by Anonymousreply 305March 2, 2021 6:36 PM

I'm the rich white people who will tell you exactly how to fix it, even though they've never actually been there.

by Anonymousreply 306March 2, 2021 6:46 PM

I'm the widely available loosies!

by Anonymousreply 307March 3, 2021 12:16 AM

We're uncultivated, pop-up sumac trees. We feel marginalized and unloved.

by Anonymousreply 308March 3, 2021 12:57 AM

I'm the take out place that has goat dishes on its menu

I am the "SALEM! Que Frescura!" billboard.

I am the Medicaid card which every single person at the pharmacy uses to pay for their prescriptions.

I am your suburban, college educated black friends who pretend to see none of this when they come to visit.

I am the small children who never seem to be in bed at 11:00pm on school nights.

by Anonymousreply 309March 3, 2021 1:09 AM

I'm the trampolines in the backyard and the family gatherings in the front yard.

by Anonymousreply 310March 3, 2021 1:49 AM

I guess that's more trashy than bad.

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I'm the only place in town you'll find a pawn shop. The bad part.

by Anonymousreply 311March 3, 2021 1:50 AM

I'm the shattered glass from car break-ins littering the curbs.

by Anonymousreply 312March 3, 2021 3:19 AM

I’m lack of reputable motels

by Anonymousreply 313March 3, 2021 3:29 AM

I'm a toxic waste dump or factory nearby, because the residents are too poor and ignorant to have influence over zoning.

by Anonymousreply 314March 3, 2021 7:20 PM

I'm driving through a once was an all white neighborhood, now blighted with garbage on the streets, those endless "We'll Never Forget" spray painted on all available sources, people chatting in the middle of the road giving me a mean glare. I recall what previous memories of the neighborhood, glad to get to my destination..a church.

by Anonymousreply 315March 3, 2021 7:27 PM

I'm the quite good soul food joint, take-out only, your upper middle class mother, who works with some black ladies, sends you to, to pick up sides and pies. You drive the junker. Maybe there's still a porn shop in the bad neighborhood with booths and glory holes, if you are lucky.

by Anonymousreply 316March 3, 2021 8:16 PM

I'm Tumbleweave!

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by Anonymousreply 317March 3, 2021 8:23 PM

I’m all the empty Courvossier bottles in the street and the “park” (park with no grass and needles everywhere) on the morning after welfare check-cashing day.

by Anonymousreply 318March 3, 2021 9:32 PM

I’m the pile of empty whip-it cartridges scattered near the curb.

by Anonymousreply 319March 3, 2021 9:56 PM

I’m the stores on the block: Liquor, bodega, bail bonds, “temple”, fried chicken, pawn shop, vacant, another liquor, “smoke”

by Anonymousreply 320March 3, 2021 10:02 PM

I’m the handwritten “We Buy Houses” signs posted on telephone poles. Just a phone number.

by Anonymousreply 321March 3, 2021 10:05 PM

I’m the pedestrians walking slowly into the street without bothering to look at oncoming traffic. Oh, they’ll stop, if they know what’s good for them.

by Anonymousreply 322March 3, 2021 10:07 PM

I’m the cars. I do what I want, when I want, where I want. You better watch out!

by Anonymousreply 323March 3, 2021 10:33 PM
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