Archive for June, 2008

17th district

Posted in grunge, interactions, philly, values with tags , , , on June 25, 2008 by staticity

I live in District 17.  Here is a news report:

On 05-29-2008, at approximately 4:00 AM, a woman was walking in the 1500 S. 21st Street when she was approached from behind by an unknown B/M. The male grabbed the victim by the neck, punched her in the face and then forced her to the ground. At this point, the offender pulled a condom out of his pocket. The victim kicked the offender and she fled on foot. The male ran after the victim and began pulling her hair. The victim continued to fight and scream causing the offender to flee the location on foot.

Officers stopped the male at 21st and Tasker Streets based on the flash information. The victim was able to positively identify the offender as the male who had assaulted her. The offender was placed under arrest by officers from the

17th District.

There is a sense of pride as people talk about the 17th district. It’s not quite in West Philly, but close enough for me. A neighbor comes in sometimes to sit in the living room and chat with my roommate. He is constantly talking about some kind of violence and with a smile, he always tells us about the times he wins the fight. Rarely will he tell us about the times he got mugged or punched in the face.  I hear kids playing with toy guns on our block. The parents laugh and pretend to arrest them as they squeal with laughter.

Late at night the district rolls over. The kids are asleep or crying in their cribs and the parents aren’t so different from the alley cats. I find dark faces creeping along the alleyways, hidden in doorways, asleep in a corner. People watch guard of their corner as big drug deals come in. The men playing dice on the corner laugh loudly and whistle at the girls walking by.  We shut our doors and roll over.


language means everything

Posted in Philadelphia, values with tags , , , on June 23, 2008 by staticity

war on terror/ war on middle east
remove/exterminate or fire

I’m often times annoyed at how much other people’s comments actually get stuck in my brain for awhile. Not just lingering for a minute, but festering until a million cigarette time bombs go off.  I realize the NA group is much like a cult and it annoys me that most of it is ‘ra ra NA’ but what if I’m not a cheerleader? What if I just want to be clean with that bunch of people in the meeting. What if I don’t want to say the prayer at the end or agree to being ‘powerless.’ Isn’t that a little reliant on religion of the program… I am my own person and I don’t think being powerless really helps anyone in the long run. IT’s just what we want to hear so we can justify our actions.

Nic stayed at my house last night. He thinks the NA thing is bullshit. He doesn’t have to tell me, but I Feel it in the snide smiles as I bring up a ‘home group’ lingo that no one else knows except members of NA. ‘members’ or addicts.  Language changes everything.


Posted in adventure, insanity, life, philly with tags , , , on June 22, 2008 by staticity

I took this in the bathroom at a coffee house on thirteenth…thought it was interesting.


Posted in adventure, interactions, life, philly on June 20, 2008 by staticity

Yesterday I continued my adventuring and ended up at Jen’s house of all places. She was this girl I knew in Charlottesville. She lived in Philly before and moved down with Lexx (her boyfriend I ended up sleeping with.) She wasn’t so happy when I came into her life. She was gorgeous though… this tall, bright red hair, long legged, beautiful woman of twenty two. She partied. She was confident. And everything I wanted to be.

A few friends of mine from Charlottesville called me yesterday to say they were staying with her and I should come over.  As soon as I entered the Urban Outfitter decorated apartment, I was introduced by Jen to her socialite friends. One of them laughed and said “I remember you telling me about her. I didn’t know you guys were FRIENDS!” To which jen nervously laughed and I sat down to drink my wine with Ejipt and Kristin. I still admire her in some odd way.

The District

Posted in adventure, interactions, life, Philadelphia, values with tags , , on June 18, 2008 by staticity

I waited at the bus stop, slouched against the chain link fence bordering the basketball court. The area seemed ‘like a beach with out water’ as a friend described it.  Tall, stray, grass sprouted in an unusual enviornment of trash bags and broken bottles. The abandoned lot across the street was like a secret garden un claimed by Philadelphia. Sanctuary for the lost.  Mangy looking characters lurked only at night when their corners were too hot to touch. They would seemingly crawl out of the woodwork into dusty, abandoned, streets to laugh loudly with more of the same.

Kids from the basketball court were climbing over the fence to look down on my slouched body, clinging to a book for entertainment.

“This way is easier!” One girl screeched from the perch of plywood leading to further her adventure over the fence. The others scrambled to share her wealth.  A man stood next to me with head phones plugged deep into his ears as he blocked out the kids playing with out adults. Every so often I caught him glancing down at the words turning fast on my book.

This district is separated from the hustle of Center City. There are few fancy cars speeding by with tops down and upper class women with fake tans and makeup. The cafe’s and occasional trees are non existant and children run around like wild cats. Families live here.  People who have known each other for decades grill bar-b-ques outside and call Washington Ave. ‘center city.’ A twinge of guilt stays with me as I sit outside admiring the district that I have intruded upon.

message in a bottle

Posted in adventure, insanity, interactions, life, Philadelphia, philly with tags , on June 13, 2008 by staticity

I am sitting at a computer cafe in Center City because….you guessed it. My computer has died. I plan on leaving this blog up so anyone who gets this computer next can see my wonderful tre’s interesting blog in hopes they will comment. It’s kind of like that message in a bottle thing when you find it, you slip your message inside.

The man across from me is only seen from the wrist down. He’s pouring himself  a diet coke into a mixed cup of ice. I’m wondering why people need ice in their soda. It’s cold enough when that cute guy with the blackish hair  pulls it out of the fridge.  Orange telephones rest on the computer’s neck. Why are they here? Emergency social cafe. That’s what this should be called. Just incase you NEED to call your friend to tell her that Madonna is in concert in Philly in NOVEMBER. I really want to go.

Mysteriously, a copy of South Philly News was scattered across my stoop this morning. I perused the newspaper in search of something interesting when I found a photograph taken of  a special ed class. I know this really shouldn’t be funny, especially since I WAS in special ed in high school. Just somehow, the goofy faces brought back fond (enough) memories. Next to it was a photograph of a few girls with balloons smiling under the headling ”raising money for fire in south philly row home.” One girl looked as if she was posing for Americas Next Top model. She stood half sideways in that curvacious way that women can pull off. She stood not smiling and staring deep into the photographer’s glare. Yes. This was a ‘smoking look.’ ho ho ho



Posted in life, philly with tags , , , , , on June 10, 2008 by staticity

Catty in the dictionary means: mean, nasty, malevolent; bitchy.

I overheard a conversation the other day that went like this:

“I like catty girls.” Girl number 1 says

“No one really likes catty girls. They’re obnoxious. I think rude girls are atleast more direct and easier to deal with.” Girl number 2 says.

“Cattyness is rude with more wit. It’s smarter.” Girl number one says.

I personally think the only way someone could like cattyness is if they were still feeling as competitive as they did in high school and need to feel a part of the ‘mean girls’ popularity clique. What do you think about wit?