On my way downtown, I passed two guys loitering next to a shiny car with black tinted windows that they probably bought with drug money. "Hello, gorgeous!" The attractive one exclaimed as I walked by. But his horny voice was off-putting, in a creepy 'I'm-into-gang-rape' kind of way. "...Smile beautiful... Hello," he continued. My pace quickened.
I was solicited twice during that five minute walk. I was wearing tweed for god's sake. A walking bundle of scarf and tweed and turtleneck. I love my penthouse view, but I miss my old neighborhood sometimes, where the only disturbances were foghorns and sea birds. Maybe I should take Krav Maga.
2:14 a.m. - 2009-12-16