I am turning thug. I have to. Living in this neighborhood I have no choice. The streets are tough. The people are tougher. Sure. On the surface it may look like I live in a fairly decent building in the historic district of Auburn NY. Sure, the Harriet Tubman house is right down the street and the William Seward house is in the opposite direction. My building is in between. This is a deceiving location. If you've read my previous blogs you understand that I have a busted neighbor downstairs. I am beginning to wonder what in the hell I was thinking moving here.
I am sure you are just dying for the story at this point. I was in bed last night all snuggled in with Maggie (cause I have sworn off men- Mags is more interesting anyway). At about 3:14 am I hear yelling down in the parking lot of my tenement house. I hear "Get the F*CK out of my car! Get out! I will call the police! Get the F*UCK OUT OF MY CAR NOW!" This went on for ten minutes or so as I was laying in bed debating whether to yell out the window to tell them to SHUT UP (which I decided against for fear they would pop a cap in my ass like the cocaine spider did to the pot spider) OR call the police. I chose neither since I took too long to decide and they finally shut up. I don't know if it was a man and a woman or two women. Later, I hear yelling again, except this time it is "There is blood all over my coat! You got blood all over my coat!" I have no idea what happened or what it was about. I fell back asleep.
As I took Mags out to potty and play ball this morning (a seemingly safe, middle class American kind of thing to do), I see blood ALL OVER the parking lot. There are pools and spots, but it is definitely blood. I know this for sure given the events of the previous night. Again, no idea what happened. Ugh. It was disgusting and I didn't even want to walk on the snow that was bloody. I was freaked about Mag even walking on it. Thankfully, she took the path of most resistance through the snow bank that is past her chest. She's so smart.
It is often that I come home to find Wegman shopping carts in front of the back door of the building. There is currently a broken refrigerator in the little out building where the recycling cans are. There is also a busted futon (not mine, even though it almost fell apart from the vibration of my neighbor's music), a nasty grill and a bunch of other junk. I seriously feel like I live in a dive sometimes. Thankfully, my apartment is nice and once I come inside and immediately snap the deadbolt - which I also do regardless of the hour - I at least feel like I am someplace semi decent.
I know that I am going to move. Even if I don't get into the U of R I am still moving to the other side of work. Once mom moves it makes no sense for me to stay in Auburn. I am also thinking that I need a little distance from Owasco (which is where a guy that I formerly REALLY liked, but now REALLY despise lives). The best thing about Auburn is the YMCA, but I am hoping that maybe my membership will transfer to another one. Not really sure how that works.
I admit that I did not run today. After the five mile yesterday, my legs are feeling pretty beat. I am happy to be sitting at home doing absolutely nothing with Maggie laying next to me. Every once in a while she plunks her head on my knee and I love that. She is awesome. So, anyway....running. I will hit the gym tomorrow and the thought of the track nearly brings me to tears, but the thought of the treadmill is even worse. When will spring be here so I can run outside again?
Come on Spring. Hurry up. I need to make some life decisions - AGAIN.
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