Everyday

I am sitting here seriously thinking about my two neighbors who constantly spy on me. I been living in a low income project complex for over 4 years. Mine you and me “I” pay over $480 a month from my pension.

Later on, I discovered that the lady who was my next door neighbor Regina only pays 50 bucks a month for the same one bedroom apartment. That is not what concerns me the most.

Marie and William her drunken all the time boyfriend, who lives two doors down from me honestly believe that the 2 of them are Disciples of Christ, a group of Protestant that originated in the religious revival movements of the African Americans living in the project’s frontier in the early 19th century. There are three major bodies of the Disciples of Christ, in which one of my neighbors Marie says all the gospel time which stems from a common source. They play that gospel music “everyday” none stop.

Ms. Amy my other neighbor living 3 doors down from me who truly died from an aneurysm called the police up teem times. Even then those same two neighbors kept playing the gospel music. The police just said you ghetto people need to figure it out amongst yourselves. I went to the psyche ward that night. I hit that racist in considerate police officer with enough truths how I feel living here in hell that he immediately sent for the paddy wagon. When I finally got out of the looney bin they were still playing that God awful gospel music extra loud.

Ms. Regina died behind that loud playing gospel music in the summer of 2018.

J. C. Butler, Ms. Amy's boyfriend died as well, maybe not from the music, but from an overabundance of drugs in which my former girlfriend Katrina who lived across the project street from me was intent on killing dude. Him and her spent over 9,000 dollars on brown heroin trying to see who would OD first.

Macaroni died too (aka Tony) and his once best drinking friend Blind Man who still cannot find a replacement for the greedy Mac. I even offered to buy Blind Man Jeffery Higgins one of them seeing eyes service dogs from the pound. My neighbors are dying all the time. What I am sharing with you is true.

Everyday someone dies or gets beat up, shot, stabbed and killed. If the alcohol does not kill them its their low self-esteem. You know that, that was a funny analogy!

Getting back to my disrespectful neighbor Marie who runs a ghetto store. Selling single cigarettes, pop, potato chips, candy and blunts to little kids.

It does not matter when you live in the land of misfit’s human toys. Even Santa Claus or Jesus cannot fix you.

The Book of Deuteronomy is the fifth book of the Torah, where it is called Devarim, "the words". Chapters 1 of the book consist of three sermons or speeches delivered to the Israelites by Moses on the plains of Moab Springfield Apartments, shortly before they entered the Promised Land. The first sermon recounts the forty years of wilderness wanderings which had led to that moment, and ends with an exhortation to observe the law, later referred to as the Law of Moses; they don’t ever practice what they preach especially Marie and Will. The second reminds the project dwellers the need to follow Yahweh and the laws he has given them, on which their possession of the land depends; and the third offers the comfort that even people residing in the ghetto prove unfaithful and so lose the land, with repentance all can be restored.

The final four chapters contain the Song of Moses, the Blessing of Moses, and narratives recounting the passing of the mantle of leadership from Moses to Joshua and, finally, the death of Moses on Mount Nebo. I had to listen to that sincere religious jargon from Marie everyday. Because let the truth be known “I’m” not in love with the gospel truth of my next door neighbors, everyone knows it but them.

So, me and her drunk boyfriend William Cadbury get into a big drunken argument over the spying and telling lies about me and the bible. Marie defends her man and gets to talking about Revelation 12 is the twelfth chapter of the Book of Revelation or the Apocalypse of John in the New Testament of the Christian Bible. The book is traditionally attributed to John the Apostle, but the precise identity of the author remains a point of academic debate. The chapter contains the accounts about the woman, the dragon, and the child, followed by the war between Michael and the dragon, then the appearance of the monster from the sea. Marie Lynn Lacey an ordain self-proclaimed Minster of God, a Project Free Church minister, suggests that in this chapter the writer has created a Christianized version of a ghetto source which "described the birth of the messiah in terms borrowed from cosmological myths that of the conflict between the sun-god and the dragon of darkness and the deep".  I almost signed myself back into the insane asylum again after hearing that “Revelation”!

Why can’t women see when you genuinely don’t love them and their peeping Thomasina’s selves. Neighbors or not!

The main revelation that brought me back from the brink of insanity is when the two of them talked about a new study outside of my bedroom window revealed that 92% of women who dwell in low income housing regularly take time out to masturbate, a huge jump from the findings of previous studies (74% in 1979 and 62% in 1953. I thought).

The Gossard Big M Survey interviewed 1,000 project women, from ages 18 to 30, and their answers indicated that not only do 9 out of 10 women play with themselves, two-thirds do it three times a week. The study they willingly participated in refers to those as "sessions," which I can assume does not refer to the number of orgasms they actually achieved, but rather, the time spent achieving them. That causes her and Thresa to know if she has one, she has to stick around for more. Orgasms from masturbating are like Payless shoes to me. Once you get the first pair, you get the second for next to nothing. My two neighbors Marie and Thresa talk about what they like to do for themselves because can’t no man do it better. Between the two of them they have 11 children. Going just from the watching her in action, it is impossible to determine, on average, what percentage of the week they spent flying solo. So maybe they should make it a group effort? They will masturbate, on average, 5 days a week. Each "session" lasts for about 12 minutes, with a minimum of 3 orgasms a session, and a max of 13. (I do not know if this means they are really good at it, or really bad.) They sleep, on average, about 6 hours a night and 13 hours looking out of the window per daylight savings time, so I' m deducing that for many "weeks” it takes to perfecting their craft.

Variables: I believe because no one works that’s why they have more opportunities to masturbate on a whim than most women. Always bragging about the Hitachi Magic Wand, making sure that I hear them, in which is indeed magical, so the act is easier for me to hear from theirs and mine bedroom window. Oh, yeah they sit outside they’re metal front door, surrounded by no trees or hanging tire or no grass but dirt just like porch monkey’s everyday.