So I went to the laundromat, because it's free to dry on thursdays.
In Clint Eastwood's new movie, he plays an old coot who yells "get off my lawn!" I feel like that, because the washers cost 7 quarters instead of 5, and i feel like my dad talking about 5 cent cokes
while i was there, there was a battery and an assault, almost a mini-riot, two different incidents.
both of them involving blacks. none of the non-black customers cause any problems there.
it harshed my vibe. it's on the same street i had to move from after several incidents of violent robberies by black guys.
i think my new roommate is pretty naive. he has a bunch of stuff i wouldn't own, because it will just attact burglars. so stay tuned and i'll keep a running count of the burglaries during 2009.
