At the risk of losing street cred, I must admit that my next-door neighbor, whose name I do not know, frightens me. At least once a week, she turns on the hose at 6 AM, and sprays the sidewalk. Since my room faces the street, I am awakened by my neighbor and her seemingly unrelenting urge to hear water meeting pavement. She does this chore while singing songs by Kanye West, and while I don't mind hearing a genuine Kanye track from time to time (how does he see through those slitted shades?), there's no reason to be awakened by the sound of a human radio station (radio - there's an idea). I should mention that my neighbor is a woman in her mid-forties, who seemingly spends her days chain-smoking and sitting on her front porch.
Earlier this evening, as I was coming in with my laundry, I heard her say, to me I think, "They want to kill my mother." Like so many things I ignore about New York, I pretended not to hear a damn thing.
Earlier this evening, as I was coming in with my laundry, I heard her say, to me I think, "They want to kill my mother." Like so many things I ignore about New York, I pretended not to hear a damn thing.
