Hungry In Kensington

It's a beautiful day in the USA! My friend Ming is a foreign exchange student, she just flew in from from Singapore, China last night. We are driving through Philly looking for a nice place to park and have a quick lunch. This area is unfamiliar to me, but we could not wait to get out and finally stretch our legs, and eat the food I packed earlier, we have not had one thing to eat today, except a fricken "Chico-Stick" from 711, when I stopped to get gas. I am so hungry, it feels like my stomach is touching my back! I have been driving almost 2 hours, from Manhattan, New York. About 11 am, we came upon a huge grassy park, sitting on a hill, in Kensington, Pennslyvania. At first glance it looked just like any normal park, little did I know, the place is called "Needle Park" for a reason. We got out and walked towards a sturdy wooden bench, sitting close to a beautiful, historical monument. The sun was out, and I could hear the Ice cream truck in the distance, it was a windy day, a little chilly, so I zipped up my baby blue Nautica fleece, and instantly spotted an older frail looking woman pushing a shopping cart with only 3 wheels, filled to the brim, with a bunch of old clothes, blankets, a tire, pieces of wood, a tarp, etc. Oh no, where are we?? As I pulled out 2 small bags of Doritos and 2 neatly made Ham sandwiches on 3 grain-wheat bread, cut neat diagonally, with fresh tomatoes and lettuce that I picked from my own beautiful garden, I noticed a disheveled man with a big nose, and stringy long black hair, sticking out of a Dallas Cowboy's ball cap, he was swaying back and forth, with only one Stacy Adam's brown dress shoe on, peering at us from behind a portal potty. I passed Ming her sandwich and opened my Mountain Dew, not taking my eye off of him. The man is now scratching his balls and licking his lips at the same damn time, he starts making his way over to us, and I say, oh god what does he want???. I hope he isn't coming over here... He is coming over here! I tell her, let's pack it up and go, because he is eye ballin us and our food. I know if he asks me for something to eat I'll probably give him half of my sandwich and some Doritos because I'm nice like that. It's my friends 1st time in America, and Ming is enjoying her meal, as she watches 2 birds play in a mud puddle. I stopped and put away my sandwich, chips and soda, I give her a nervous look and say, let's get out of here. This park is looking too sketchy already.. She looks at me like, we just got here...but i grab her arm and she gets up and puts her half of sandwich in the basket and throws her empty soda can in the stinking, over flowing garbage behind us. We get up to leave but the man comes towards me and grabs my arm, twisting it, pinching me. Ow! Hey! Don't touch me I say! He says wench, you gotta pay me to eat here! I own this park! I said, get away from us, we aren't paying you nothing! This is a public park!! I can see the evil in his beady dark eyes and he is getting closer to my face. His eyes are yellow inside and he only has 2 rotten skinny teeth at the top, he has open wounds all over his arms they smell horrible, leaking puss and bleeding. I will take everything you have bitch! This is my park, I will rape you in your mouth! I knew I had to defend myself and protect Ming. We get into a struggle as he tries to grab my picnic basket, I yell, you aint gettin my Ham sandwiches asshole!! He yells, I will rape you in your mouth!!! I balled up my boney little fist, cocked it back and socked him hard in his cheek, kneed him dead in his nuts; he dropped to the ground like a sack of flour on Thanksgiving morning, hitting his head on the pavement, SMACK!!!! I heard his head wack the cement, cracked it to the white meat, blood coming from his left eye leaking like pussy on a period, he is now flopping all over the ground like a drunk epiliptic, holding his now freshly dislocated jaw, cryin like a new born baby, I see a crack pipe fall out of his black pleather jacket, breaking on the ground, he farts and sharts, loud, wet-shitting himself, out of the bottom of his dirty tan cargo shorts, dripping down his leg onto his one good shoe. It smelled like death on a soda cracker !!! Bitch I'll kill you and your whole family he screams at me. Im not fazed. He looks up at me and wipes the dookie off his leg with his right hand of only 4 nubby fingers, he tries to rub his shit on me!! Gross!!! Ming is crying and clinging to me like Saran wrap, her long pink fingernails are now embedded in my tanned and toned freckled arm, I don't feel it, the cheap dollar store mascara is running down her pretty yellow "Ralph Lauren" shirt i bought her from Macy's. I look over and hear this weird crackling high pitched voice...Hey girls, wana get high?? I got that killa-green fenty! A young, in-bred looking, frail, zit-faced teen, cat calls us from across the street. I got what y'all need baby, I got you on a couple testers if you want! Jesus Lord help us! We dont do drugs!!! He laughs in my face, why are you here in Kensington then?? I got the best stuff around !!! I say to him, No thank you. We say yes to life and no to drugs! He says, yea ok, prudes, I'll see you around, then turns and walks away, on to his next victim to serve them death. The K&A train is roaring loud over our head, sending dirt and debris in a whirlwind around us, as desperate,depleted humans from all walks of life are starting to come out of the wood-work now, waking up or they haven't even been to sleep yet, looking for their next hot fix, sulking around like zombies and nodding off standing up, they are out walking in to, on- coming traffic, pissing and shitting on themselves, fighting the demons and screaming at eachother, over dosing, and repeating it day after day. I faintly hear in the back ground, Hey lady, let me get them sneaker's, says a spanish lady with the butt of a newport cigarette hanging off of her crusty ass lip, sneering at me from a sun dyed, 2 man tent under the bridge of Kensington and Allegany. What? No! I need my shoes! This is out of my control. I haven't eatin anything all morning and my stomach is growling. I feel like barfing right here and right now. All we wanted to do is have a nice quiet lunch in a nice park. Wrong park. This is no place for us!! No place for anyone! And here is Mr. Poopy fingers, furiously, crawling around on the trash-filled sidewalk, trying to pick up the tiny pieces of his now broken crack pipe, quickly stuffing it back into his coat pocket, wiping off the shit from his ass, all the while calling me all kinda bitches and hoes. Let's get out of here Ming, I didnt realize what park we were in. I am so sorry for taking you here! This is hell on earth!!! As we are sprinting back over to my shiny red Hyundai Elantra on "20 rims, I see a Shepard mix female dog, tiredly limping around, titties hanging from just having pups, she is skin and bones, I call her over and give her our sandwiches, she scarfs them down in seconds. Let's save her life. I know someone who will take her to the vet and give her a loving home. Ming picks her up and rips off the super tight red collar that is embedded in her neck, and tosses it in a garbage bin, yuck, that smelled like rotten flesh! She opens the door and lays the poor skinny dog in the back seat of my car on a soft turquoise flamingo blanket that i stole in Key West. She is shaking like Don Knotts. It's starting to rain and thunder, I look over my shoulder and the Kensington police are now arresting the loser that was harassing us. I found out later that he was a serial killer, and 2 days prior he killed a transgender woman and lured her into an alley and stabbed her, chopped up her body, leaving her legs and torso in a suitcase 2 blocks from the park. Her head was never recovered. So much for a nice lunch in the park !!! Ruined!!