The Great Hipster Hope

I had the best day in the crackhouse today! It got off to a rocky start. I went to walk the pups and I got stuck outside the elevator (seems to be a problem on the fifth floor) and who should come outside but Banshee and her 11 brothers and sisters. The younger brother is my favorite. He's this little skinny kid with a huge head. He loves Kielbasa, and he has no fear with petting the dogs. He has this bad habit of screaming conversations in their little dachshund faces, but I don't think they mind much. The middle kids kept amusing themselves by calling them wiener dogs, with an emphasis on WIENER. They kept asking me if that's what they were called. As if this was a huge joke on me. I thought about asking them if they'd ever seen a penis, cause I had and it doesn't look like my dogs. But I thought better of it.

The funniest part of this exchange was Banshee, who was occupying herself with her usual sequence of ungodly screams - making Kielbasa bark - making the Emaciated lady who was waiting with me keep reassuring him "we're a family here." Until the stress gets to be too much for Kielbasa and he poops right there in the hallway. The kids explode, and I try to stop him but does it really matter? One of the kids said, "why's he dooding in the hallway?" I replied, "well our hallway smells like outside, so he doesn't know any better." This makes Emaciated lady laugh a lot. A bald gay man join us in waiting for the elevator. I see him as a sign of hope.

Then all of us crowd into the elevator for the most cramped, awkward ride ever.

Later in the evening though, the best thing ever happened. I SAW A HIPSTER. He has a dog that's six just like Caliope. A little girl dog who resembled a tiny pit bull. I nearly kissed his unlaced converses. Where there is Hipsters there is gentrification!!! And more importantly, he was super friendly and he said he just moved in two weeks ago. I think we might have a puppy play date in the park.

Someone called Kielbasa pregnant again.

I saw the unintelligible lady again in the hallway. I made out some words this time. I think she's speaking Creole? I got "bone-sucker" - Kielbasa- and "it's not time for eating, it's time for sleeping."All in all, things are looking way more hopeful then yesterday. Jenny's watching the puppies this weekend, so if she doesn't get shivved I'll have to have her report on the blog on Monday!