2003-03-08 12:27 p.m.
peruvian peach-breath

hello.

Why are there two non-english speaking teenagers making out in front of my house? I don't know them. And i do not think it would be prudent to chase themm off with a stick, as i think one of them lives below me. But do not ask me which one. For all i know, they could both be my downstairs neighbors. But there are like fifty people who live in the tiny one-room apartment downstairs. I get easily confused.

Elvira rapped her little claws against my door this morning. I got dressed and opened the door.

"You poon?" she asked.

"Me, what?" i responded. I do not poon anything. Poon is a bad word in my vocabulary and i shy away from it.

"YOU POON!!" she screamed and began jumping up and down.

"No, i don't. I don't ever poon." i said.

She turned to the front door and shouted "MAXX NO POON!!" Then she smiled at me shyly.

I closed the door.

Such a ghetto. Such a ghetto.

-Mark

whore's hustle / hustler's whore