Too Close for Comfort
The neighbor who lived three doors down from us was murdered. I heard gun shots.
~ the lady
~ the lady
posted by the lady love at 2:32 PM
Monday, January 15, 2007
About Me
- Name: the lady love
- Location: Atlanta, Georgia, United States
The Lady Love is part-time writer, visual artist, dream rocker, narcissist, and full-time lover. She has very little body hair, leading some to believe she may be the next rung up on the evolutionary ladder. She's got a penchant for red and a sweet spot for flavored lip treats, Kentucky bourbon, weird Spanish poets, smart folk, and the banjo. She is intensely averse to stank and therefore has a body odor complex. She often feigns confidence and gets away with it. As a child, she was anti-social and liked to read the dictionary for fun. Standing nearly six feet tall, she towers over everyone, and she can never quite seem to escape her good-girl hair.
3 Comments:
lovely leah,
where are you hanging your hat these days?
sorry about hearing the gunshots. we're in grant park, and it has me a little more on edge crime-wise than I'd prefer. haven't heard any murder-inducing gunshots yet, and hope not to.
good grief sister.
beth h.
Beth, my girl. After I injured my body parts in the bad way that I did, I took up accommodations with some dear, dear friends in Grant Park/Cabbagetown (technically Grant Park but masquerades as Cabbagetown). Grant Park, despite appearances, is without a doubt The Ghetto. However, this wasn't a random act of violence as it very likely could have been. This particular neighbor was indeed thug-like and, I believe, caught up in some shady shit. Nonetheless, I can't help but wonder what would've happened if myself, my roommates, or my other neighbors had been in the wrong place at the wrong time - like on the porch. I'm just glad they weren't.
i'm glad and thankful you're ok.
i hope your body parts are better. (all of them that weren't ok, that is to say.)
shady neighbors are icky. my next door neighbor in san francisco was dealing all kinds of stuff out of his non-suspect perfectly cut circular hole in his window. he was 70 or so, and had people coming to knock on his door, (often times my door which was adjacent to his door) at all times of the day and night.
i reported him to the po-lice and to my landlord. 2 years later, in the middle of the night, the po-lice busted him. lots of noise and banging and stuff. they found $70K in cash, and every kind of drug you can imagine.
i was singing my "told ya so" song. (it is a pretty sweet song.)
i hope that the po-lice will be attentive, and help protect my good sister.
it seems that more body badness would indeed, be remarkably bad, for the leah.
take care gal,
beth
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