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December 30, 2004
My Tape Recorder
My sister and her boyfriend gave me a tape recorder for Christmas. I've been using it for all sorts of things since I got it. I recorded some church hymns, some Johnny Cash off a bar jukebox, my account of the neighbors' fighting out in the street.
Gene SP had been kicked out of the neighbors' house, but moved back around Christmas-time. His stay was short lived.
I came home from a post-Christmas Christmas shopping trip to see Herman, the father of two of the matriach neighbor's children, in the middle of the street held back by two women. He was screaming and lunging forward to no avail - the women were rather large - at Gene Slow Pimp, who was yelling something doubly incoherent from the sidewalk.
Herman would occassionally break free of the females' hold and charge at Gene Skinny Pimp. He would yell things like, "I'll kick your ass oldman." while back-peddling. The women would scurry out in front of Herman and hold him back again.
After watching for a few minutes I decided to head inside. About ten minutes later I heard shouting from outside and went the the window to see what was going on. They were still fighting, but things did change. A winter jacket lay in the street. Gene Slimy Pimp was now held back by one of the women.
I saw him push her backward, sending her tumbling over a marble stoop. Apparently he has no problem fighting with women. This whole episode started when he pulled a knife on his girlfriend's sister, Herman's daughter.
I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. When I returned to the window I saw a pile of Gene's belongings in the street. When the police arrived to arrest Gene they let him put all his belongings in the back of the car. That's nice. I didn't know the city did that.
Posted by calculatoronfire at December 30, 2004 11:09 AM