tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582669.post114705486990934597..comments2023-10-15T08:32:37.279-06:00Comments on A Nod to Nothing: Weekend Wrap UpScooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07264667176243327560noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582669.post-1147116535304234582006-05-08T13:28:00.000-06:002006-05-08T13:28:00.000-06:00You were such a funny little Asian racist, LissyJo...You were such a funny little Asian racist, LissyJo.<BR/><BR/>Ah...the good old days of blood under the matt in front of the elevator, bullet holes in the walls, punchy, punching tranvestites next door, close circuit t.v. so you could watch the drunks in the entry way, guys in little German pants and enormous headphones, Robin the needy elevator lady, rabid squirrels, trash chute fires, gas grifters, EMTs visiting my roommate and thinking we were in a knife fight, and my high school crush just a few floors down - those really were grand times. I miss them.Scooterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07264667176243327560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582669.post-1147115870118893512006-05-08T13:17:00.000-06:002006-05-08T13:17:00.000-06:00Ah, yes. The apt that you lived in that someone wa...Ah, yes. The apt that you lived in that someone was *shot* in the week before i came to stay with you. The apt that someone *shat* in the elevator prior in the day and i tried to be funny and tell you that it smelled like poop right after an african american man came into the elevator with us. Yes--i remember it fondly.LissyJohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08623792539934757817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7582669.post-1147108626798910032006-05-08T11:17:00.000-06:002006-05-08T11:17:00.000-06:00You just bloged about places you lived. It seems ...You just bloged about places you lived. It seems like the ceder/riverside apt you lived in had a shooting when your sister stayed with you once. Back to your old ways! Sorry to hear that about you old neighborhood and the painting of buildings.<BR/>DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com