September 6, 2002. Friday
Last night, on my walk from the train to my apartment, I passed the two homeless men that sit in the same doorway on Manhattan Ave. One of them was standing up, facing south, and was taking a big old leak in the middle of the sidewalk. Nothing new there, really, except for the fact that he wasn't even bothering to face the building. He was just standing there with his urinating member exposed for all to see. And at that point, "all" was me. I guess he didn't want to piss against the same building he sat outside of all day. You see, that would be disgusting.
So after I drop my bag off, I went out in search of food. Right outside my porch, there's a kid standing on the other side of the driveway between my building and the next, facing the wall. Peeing on the building. At least he had the good sense to try to hide that fact when he saw me. I ignore him. My street is populated at night with countless high school and younger kids. There were a few different groups huddled along the street leading to Manhattan Ave, and I caught a couple snippets of their conversations. The more amusing ones:One kid advising another about the new school year: "OK, I'll tell you how to get respect: Find the biggest nigga in ya class and take him out!" That's one tough hombre...
A sassy, overweight mamacita: "Nnnn... Why you smell like pork chops?"