out of people, and black men down here are very confident and so pushy that they give me the creeps, there was always some black guy trying to get in my pants but Jay was different cuz he was a gentleman, and there was a chick named Gin who frequented the alley behind the Carnegie and wasn’t someone you’d want to piss off, she was this short Native chick with a weathered face who howled like a wolf and tried to pick fights when she was drunk, and Shelly was a woman who you actually really did not want to tick off and she has fucked up those who did and I lived for a few months in the same house with her and we basically got along and even though she was tough she could not escape an ass whooping when she called the guy in the basement a “goof” and like I said before it was like someone poured a bucket of blood all over her.
Spanish Villa
It was a cheap and raggedy apartment building but it was affordable and one day we were looking at a place there and I was very young and it was just my sisters and my mom and I was alone looking at one of the rooms when the landlord came up to me and put his hand around my throat and whispered, “I don’t believe you”—I was confused and did not tell anyone until many years later and I remember now the looks he would give me every time I saw him, when she had a question or whatever, which really wasn’t that often and today I’m pretty sure he had done things to children.
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