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solo_soprano22 -> RE: May Flowers....Women's Chat Thread (5/11/2008 2:52:21 PM)
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[sm=mad.gif] Nothing got bad until my across the street neighbors' grandson moved in. He was young when he moved here, but then when he grew into a teenager, he and his cousins started roaming the neighborhood. Then some more people moved here that had teenagers and they all started hanging out together. Now at night you see cars pull up outside their house, people sitting outside late at night with the lights off over there... Then we went to a gas station last night on our way to walmart, and I pumped the gas (mom stayed in the passenger's side); when I got in she said that she just saw a drug deal take place. (We were at the inside pumps, next to the entrance to the inside of the gas station). Anyway, I've never seen drug deals there, but people have told me they go on there. I'm probably too busy pumping gas to notice anyway, but I know I get harassed a lot at that gas station. I always try to get gas when I'm near campus, where it's safer. I really wonder why some of these boys aren't in school or working...or doing something productive. It seems like they're always around no matter what time of day it is. (I do see some of them on the school buses during the year though...then they walk around when school's over every day.) I think my parents want to move in a way, but I guess it's sad to have to leave because of this. And my mother is sad because, unfortuately ALL the boys are black, and she's seen so many go down the same road (everyone probably has). I remember when I could drive without being stopped (or without people walking in the stree who won't move to let cars by)...or walk around the neighborhood without being harassed, or worry about strange people around and drug dealers. But they're here now, and it looks like they'll stay. If I want to try to walk now, I have to drive to school to do it. I can't walk much, but I can do a little. My treadmill broke, and my stationary bike hurts too much. I carry my pepper spray with me, but I've seen up to seven people in these groups that walk around, and I know they won't leave me alone... they stop me in my car; I'm sure they'll stop me on foot...but at least in my car I can drive off, even if that means hitting a few of them. Sometimes if I can get by them in my car I hear them yelling at me. Anyway.... Happy mother's day to the mommies!
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