I hate living on mission hill. The following AIM conversation I had with Imri a few minutes ago should hopefully be enough to describe why:

imri: how was the party last nite?
chris: well...
chris: i made some kid bleed
imri: what?
chris: and also locked my keys in my bedroom and had to kick my door in
imri: awesome
chris: hehe
imri: d'you have to bounce some people out of there?
chris: well, some fuckin' local ghetto scumbag kept kicking the door to the bathroom and flipping the light switch on and off while someone else was in there. it annoyed me a little bit bit i thought it was just one of his friends in there or something...
chris: then my girlfriend and her friend walk out... which made me a little pissed
imri: hah yeah
chris: so then he unzips his fly... says "i gotta get my dick out" and lunges himself into them...
imri: oh shit
chris: at that point i threw the girls out of the way and took the bathroom door and tried to fucking cut him in half with it by slamming it on him
imri: that's fucked up
chris: but he kinda got out of the way but it caught the skin on his arm and he started bleeding, he was fucking huge. i pretty much thought i was going to die
imri: hahaha
chris: but then my thug roommate came over and escorted the kid out
imri: nice
chris: the weirdest part is that he was still there later and like... flexing and shit. it was the most absurd thing i've ever seen
chris: i fucking hate living in the ghetto
imri: so weird that he was flexing
chris: yeah... and like, rolling up his sleeves and stuff to show us his arms
imri: like yo that cut aint shit, i can still do this

There's too many people in this world that don't know how to respect themselves or other people. I used to be tolerant. I used to feel bad for them but sometimes you can only take so much. My house was robbed last weekend. The fuckers came in through the front door with a crow bar. I almost got mugged last night before the party and was about two seconds away from getting killed in my own house at the party. I can't wait to move out of this neighborhood. I hope these fucking swine eat each other alive here once I'm gone. I hope they have children and they rob and kill and fuck each other just the same. I hope the cycle never ends until they wipe themselves out completely.

One day I'll be sitting in my house laughing about how I used to live in this place and had to deal with this shit. They'll still be here sitting on my goddamn porch (uninvited) begging for fucking change.