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In the United States, we are going through a marijuana aka weed revolution. States are legalizing it and others cities like NYC are decriminalizing it in certain quantities. I’ve smoked weed in my life, I’m indifferent to it all. I see weed the same way I see cigarettes and alcohol, I don’t give a fuck what you do to your own body as long as you don’t expose me or mine to it.
So as this new homeless shelter gives rise to the weed spot pictured above, I am slightly bothered. Often as I walk to the gym, store, or work, I encounter several men hidden in there smoking weed and drinking. Just like the good old days growing up in the Bronx. Thanks a lot Mayor Deblasio, and in case you are wondering, I’m being sarcastic you fuck.
Like I said, I don’t give a shit what people do as long as it doesn’t affect me or mine. The thing is that men smoking and drinking in this spot affects us. I’ve already had a situation that could have easily escalated had I not had the good sense to walk away.
There were two guys there, they were drinking Coors, and one of them threw something out from inside the space. As I passed by, I looked in and I saw the two guys. It seems to me that one of them didn’t like me looking in his direction, so he threw something else. It didn’t hit me, but it was thrown in my general direction.
One of the guys I’ve seen for sometime, and he doesn’t really bother anyone. However, his new homie, he seems to be a little punk who thinks he’s really hard. I guess when they get together and put a few down, they start to act stupid.
As this happened, I paused, and I thought about going over and putting a serious ass whooping on this damn loser. But then I remembered how that story goes, and it doesn’t go well for me. This guy has nothing to lose, he lives in a homeless shelter, he’s standing on the corner drinking, and he’s starting trouble with a grown ass man. All this happened within seconds and I decided that I will continue to walk on.
It really pissed me of because this is how it was where I come from. The guys in the corner think that they own that shit, and if you look in their direction, they start some bullshit. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let my current neighborhood go that same direction. I decided that if these guys do anything else to provoke a problem, I’m going to call the cops and handle it that way. I don’t want to get into a physical altercation, nor do I want any trouble, but I’ll be damned if you are going to come into my neighborhood and try to intimidate the residents.
I saw that they put some lights on there recently, and since then the level of riffraff has been decreased, but like I said, I’m not having that shit. Test me again, I’m gonna call the cops. Call me a snitch or whatever, this ain’t the hood, and it ain’t prison. We can all coexist as long as you don’t fuck with me. Smoke your weed, drink your coors, but leave me and my family the fuck alone. If not, then I’ll take you down.
Once again, thanks Deblasio. And in case you missed it again, I’m being sarcastic. Damn you stupid fucktards bringing shelters for single men into family neighborhoods.