This morning I wake up and decide to bring the pups to the park. I love the park, it's the one thing (other then Jarett) that make it completely bearable to live here. As I get downstairs, some odd little bald man starts yelling at me, "don't let them crap or it's 200 dahlas." To which I reply, "even if I clean it up?" - he replies, "you got 200 dahlas?" We go on like this for awhile. I don't know who he is, but he's a gem.
Pee in elevator again.
My street and Ocean Parkway are closed off because of the Dominican Parade. I'm not going to lie that I'm nervous about this. My streets are typically everyone's drunken hang out, and they always look like a garbage bag exploded above it showering it's contents everywhere. Triple the amount of people, it's going to look like a nuclear winter when this is over. I asked the police officers there when it's over - they replied, "feels like never."
To allay the concerns of Jennifer - which are probably genuine concerns - about my health and safety. I think I'll be ok health wise, time in the park takes care of that. But for my safety, here's something that's both discomforting and a little helpful. I have never seen such a concentration of police officers any where. There is always at LEAST two on my block at all times. I never much liked the police, but the ones here are my bffs. They smile at me and say hello, I think they are relieved to see me. So, I think with so many police people around I will be ok. The neighborhood is slowly changing, I see new people moving in every weekend. Young people like me. But I was the first wave of change, so the stories in this blog are about the ways a neighborhood change. I don't think anything will happen to me - at least nothing that isn't hilarious.
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