Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

Today was a series of unfortunate events.

• Didn’t go out.
• Didn’t go to the gym.
• Didn’t run errands.
• Didn’t go clubbing.
• Pissed off my next door neighbor (why doesn’t Bush hire him for CIA–and send him to Iraq– his hearing is to near super-hero proportions!)

Altogether, it wasn’t SUCH a bad day.

However, the night wasn’t over. At 11:45pm, with only 15 minutes left of the day, I was nearly attacked on U street. A guy next to another dude in a wheelchair was standing at the corner of the 7-11 on 12/u street. I walk pass and the wheelchair guy says "hi," so I yell "hi" back without looking and continue towards the store. I noticed the other guy standing around all fidgety and pacing with a cigarette in his hand.

Just as i said "hi" and passed them, the fidgety guy lunges at me, yells at the side of my head that he was "going to shove his cigarette up my ass" and then follows me into the 7-11, leaving the wheelchair guy behind.

It’s nearly midnight and there’s only me and the cashier with crazy drugged up asshole yelling and following me around the store. For some reason, he was stuck on me.

I cannot articulate in this blog just how awful this guy was: his voice was full of vitriol and hate, his yell made the cashier at 7-11 jump (and I’m sure she’s used to seeing and hearing it all) and there wasn’t anyone else outside of me and cashier in the 7-11 which put us in a precarious position because the guy was scrappy, young, tall and animated. He was so cracked out.

Luckily, he just waited at the door while I paid and stayed inside. I was so scared to walk passed him. There was no way I was going to Taint tonight.

I hustled back to my friend’s, waited until I could calm down and then left. She told me a story about a guy who went up to her face and told her that when she gets back to her husband or boyfriend or whatever to tell him to be happy for what he’s got.

Of course, JUST my fuckin luck, who should I run into outside but the same guy who accosted Wendy, saying "excuse me…" and "tell your husband or boyfriend to give you a kiss on the jaw…" and I just sped-walk away from him and crossed the street.

Instead of catching a cab, I tempt fate and bad luck to walk home. I wasn’t going to be all afraid of the city. But of course one thing was running through my mind:

ALL SIGNS POINT TO MY NEVER LEAVING MY HOUSE EXCEPT FOR WORK.

Every time I go out to mix in public it’s a disaster. The last time I went out, I ended up watching a movie that… well I won’t go there because I don’t want to spoil it for Brian and anyone else going to see City of Men. The time before that I left the house to enjoy good weather and ran into 2 unsavory ex-boyfriends, one I hadn’t seen in 5 years.

Silver lining of the day: an unexpected and fortunate event that happened today. I had such a good time during a spontaneous hang-out with someone who I was sad to seperate from. We were standing around by my door attempting to leave my place and we couldn’t end our conversation. I kept saying, oh, "did I tell you this?" and he kept asking questions about Drea and we both kept cutting ourselves off–we had a lot of catching up to do.

See? It’s better to stay indoors and not leave into the public.

Oi vey! I’m getting scared of U street? I really haven’t been out much.

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