Why did I move here? Most of you read that I moved a month ago to a new place. Although I love my new apartment and I love being closer to work and my mom….I live in the fucking hood. Now let me clarify, I’m from the hood. Straight up ATL Swats, so I’m used to be being around tons of ghetto people. I love it, which is why I had no problem moving to North Oakland. Problem is, I moved to Ghost Town. Why thy call it Ghost Town, I dunno. But had I known that was the area I was moving into I likely would have continued paying
$900 a month in rent instead of $642. I’ve heard alot about “Ghost Town” not being safe, people always dying, turf wars, drugs, etc. So you can imagine I’m not too happy right now. But allow me to tell you how my 33 days of living in Ghost Town have been.
The Neighbors – My old apartment was quiet. In fact i was the loudest because I love music. But there are people that love music more then me. Apparently they love all night long too. There are 3 apartments upstairs and 4 downstairs. I’m one of the 3 upstairs. We all blasted our music every night for an entire week. It was like being in 3 different clubs. But at some point, I’m going to sleep. These 2 heffas….
don’t sleep. LOL
Teenyboppers – I realise that there are alot more teens in the neighborhood then I thought when I seen like 12 girls cutting school one day. They were all hanging out in my apartment building driveway. Rockin they hips and pop, lock and droppin it like it was hot. I could remember those days so I chalked that one up. Then it was obvious it was like a ritual cause every other day, same shit.
Wifebeater – Ok, not
wife but girlfriend. So I’m sitting up in my living online looking at porn…what I’m honest. And I hear someone yell “Nigga get the fuck offa me!!” I peek through the blinds and see a boy about 17 years old bumrushing a girl about the same age into the building courtyard. She had her jacked up by her jacket and was punching her in the face. They fell into the apartment courtyard which I could see from my kitchen window. I look out and she’s on the ground screaming for him to get off her and saying “STOP!!” and he’s yelling at her “Stupid bitch, gon disrespect me, hunh bitch”. It was too much, I go sit back down. then I hear thumping on my door and loud bumping. I go open my door and he upstairs stumping on her face and they struggling and pulling on each other and just fighting. I tell them “Ya’ll can’t fight in front of my door, get the fuck up outta here. Get the fuck off her damn you proved your fuckin point. What the fuck yo?” He finally get off her and go downstairs and throw her shoes on the roof. I calll the police for the girl cause her phone was dead. The cops come and of course her dumb ass aint tell them shit they could go on to go get the fool. So that whole phone call was pointless. And it turns out she was 14 and he was 15. He had also beat up another girl at the corner before beating this girl from the store to my apartment door. Why, I don’t know.
Gunfire – Two days later I hear gunshots outside. At least 7. I decided I was going to bed at that time because it sounded like the shots came from literally 2 buildings to my left. The next night I hear a
ton of people outside. It sounded like a parade it was so noisy. So I went outside to look. Unfortunately I can’t see what goes on on the corner unless I go outside and walk to the curb. My apartment sits back about 30 feet from the sidewalk. All that space is parking lot. So I go to the curb and see a ton of people in front of the corner store with candles, bears, music, bottles of Patron and 1800. They were having a memorial for the person that was killed the night before. For the next 5 days they continued to have these memorials for at least 3 hours. It was more of a party then a memorial.
Driveby – This past Friday was the person’s funeral so they had another
memorial. This particular night my mom had come by to pick Kimoni up because I had to work OT on Saturday. So she pulls up, blows the horn, I take Kimoni out to the car and there are literally 40-50 people on the corner, in the street, in their cars. Some drunk, some high, some crying, some laughing…memorializing I guess. It was crazy tho because it was just way too many people. So my mom, Kimoni and my sister drove off and left. I decided I was going back in the house because I started to feel the tension in the air. I walk up the stairs, I go in the house, I lock the door, I sit down at my computer, I grab the phone to call Drina and as soon as he says “Hello” . . . . . . *BOP BOP BOP BOP BOP BOP BOP* *SCREAMS* I look out and everybody is running into my driveway and I hear tires screeching. Someone did a drive by on the memorial and killed a young guy.
While I’m standing outside with my neighbor, she says to me “You know that girl and that guy that were fighting that day in front of your door? You know thats who they killed last week. That’s who they have been having these memorials for.” SMH….I need to move.