Monday, March 2, 2009

un beso

I have moved to a new neighborhood, which also rates an 85 on the Walk Scale. However, I have a scary story in which I do something really dumb. I was walking from a friends house on a saturday night at 3am. It was gorgeous and warm, the moon was almost full and the streets were quiet. First of all, I live in the damn ghetto, I should not be walking home alone at 3am with no pepper spray/knife. But I was drunk and happy and it felt nice to walk. I went past all the projects and there was nobody around. I passed the post office and police station and all the quiet closed shops. I got to my block, and was literally 3 doors from my building when I heard someone JUMPING off a stoop and RUNNING up behind me. It scared me out of my damn mind. A 20 yr old Mexican dude started walking beside me and asking me for a kiss. I said NO, GOOD NIGHT. But he wouldn't leave me alone. He followed me up to my door and stood there, asking me for a kiss. I didn't want to open my door because I was afraid he'd follow me inside, so I just stood there shaking my head and saying everything I could think of in spanish (vamanos, lo ciento, etc).

Then he kisses his hand and reached out and touches me on the mouth. I was like OH HELL NO, and I pushed him off my stoop. He looked back at me and shrugged, smiled and walked away. He was probably hammered. Anyway, that's the only strange thing that's happened in my neighborhood and it was my own damn fault for walking home alone at 3am.

Walk safe!

1 comment:

stephen said...

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