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Seriously, Crackheads
Nov 2, 2008Rusty Grommet
As if the 9am Sunday morning cop drama in front of my house wasn't enough today, my faith in humanity/Fountain Square was able to drop a little lower still. The shenanigans to which I woke up included 6 squad cars, a paddy-wagon, a butcher knife and two hot skanks trying to kill each other in the street. And that's awesome, of course, but nothing out of the ordinary really. Some people read the paper and have their coffee Sunday morning... I sit on my porch. But what really tears it for me today is getting in my car to go return some videos, and of course someone has gotten into it last night (I just leave it unlocked and don't keep anything of value in there, cuz reorganizing your glovebox is easier and cheaper than replacing a broken window.) At least there was nothing of value in there to me... they took my pennies! Friggin' pennies! But not even all of them! There were probably like 25 pennies in the console, and they took about 20! What the hell?! Ok, obviously you're a crackhead, because a dumb teenager is looking for stereo equipment or something of resale value, they don't care about pennies. My question is, "Crackhead, why didn't you take all the pennies?" You obviously need them more than me, but if you need 19 pennies, couldn't you use 25 pennies? Is $.19 the going rate for a hit of crack, and you didn't want to take more than you need? Is there a "Crackhead Code of Honor"? If you had taken all of them, you could possibly get the clerk at the Marathon to trade you for a shiny quarter. Then it's only four more cars you need to hit in order to make enough for bus fare to go see your Baby-Mama in Beech Grove for the second time this year... "Merry Christmas, little Toby, I'll see you when I see you..." Or more likely, you'll take the bus to the Eastside and try to score some crack... Unless of course, Baby-Mama is your dealer, then you know..... two birds, one dollar-twenty-five. On a side note, I realized something this morning while sipping my coffee and enjoying the show... I'm glad I never called that chick after she gave me her number... otherwise it might be me she was coming after with a butcher knife, instead of her hot cousin..... Swish!
Panhandling Schedules?
April 11, 2009DillyBar - Castleton
The Allisonville and 465 intersection in Castleton is a panhandlers mecca. Every day homeless people from across the city travel there to fill their pockets with change. Each 465 entrance and exit is posted with people. Different people everyday. Is there a schedule that rotates? Is it first come first serve? Is it millitary veterans on Mondays and Wednesday and single mothers on Tuesday and thursday with a random of the week on Friday?
If these people are so driven to these spots every day then why cant they get a job? They will show up early, work more than 8 hours, and be friendly and polite to strangers.
I am surprised Mayor Ballard hasn't placed a collection box there.
Here's to you, Holy Cross
May 25, 2009Jeff Oskay - Holy Cross
You're a 'hood loaded with high points. (And we're not just talking about Highland Park.) Small in scale. Large in spirit. Super before the Super Bowl. Livable. Lovable. Historic, too. You're just one slice of the city, but it wouldn't be the same city without you.
The above is what the people at Unsungindy.com are doing to promote my neighborhood before the Super Bowl. I'm not even going to mention all the sentence fragments because I know I'll have a few of my own.
My neighborhood is so "HOOD" they actually use the word 'hood in what is supposed to be a positive description of the place I call home. Like the Marcy Projects... if the word "Project" is in the title... it's one big craphole.
The only way this description could be worse was if the line read...
You're a 'hood loaded with hollow points'. (Which would be closer to the truth.)
The most positive thing they could come up with about my 'hood' is the fact that the park has a high elevation. That's not the only thing 'high' about Highland Park. As I witnessed last week at HIGHland Park, a guy was sitting at the picnic table tying off about to shoot up. He wasn't causing problems so I let him nod off into a deep heroin slumber.
"Small in scale. Large in spirit". Just a polite way of saying us people on the near east side are crazy! The near east-siders all have a Napoleon Complex...
The smuggest comment is the "It wouldn't be the same city without you." Big thanks to Holy Cross for making the rest of the neighborhoods in Marion County look REALLY good.
Here is a few other Holy Cross slogans and mottos that could work...
-Holy Cross... where else in the city can you get day laborers? Seven days a week, even major holidays... (The Day Laborers used to stand below the "No Loitering" sign by the Speedway. The sign was in both English and Spanish. I don't know Spanish so I always thought it read in English... "No Loitering", but it translated in Spanish to... "Wait Here For Work".)
-Holy Cross... the eastside Hauville.
-Holy CROSS!!! I meant to buy in Cottage Homes...
-Holy Cross... You think Highland Park is high... wait till you see your Property Taxes!
So thanks www.unsungindy.org. for pointing out to me all the great things about my neighborhood that I have failed to appreciate.
