Come Down Madelilne... So I Can Sleep

There is a woman downstairs screaming in the middle of the street. She is sooo drunk. She is screaming all kind of obscenities at OUR door. Who is this heffa and where are the police? She keeps screaming for Madeline and called someone on her cell phone to come down to the "24 store to help her beat a b*&^% a^%". She has been screaming at our building for like 20 minutes now.

A few minutes have passed and now her two little friends are here. You would think they would tell her to get her drunk tail home. No. Now she beating on next home's door. Her friends are holding her jacket and jewelry. Are these people crazy? I promise I'm in the twilight zone.

I turned my lights off in the room and pulled the chair up for the action. Why did the police just happen by, ask if she was fighting with the other two people and after they said no, just left? He didn't even get his lazy butt out the car. This girl is wobbling back and forth across the street and you just left her. She stayed calm for about 2 minutes and then picked it all back up again. She grabbed on every body part God gave her and screamed every cuss word in English and Spanish at least 10 times. I even went and got me a few pretzels to watch the show...

She is now out there sitting on the bench cooling off. Got on a tank top in this freezing weather. She gon feel all that in the morning when she come out of her drunken stupor.

I tell ya boy... entertainment. That's it for now. I have to come back and tell you about the street preacher with my prophecy and Kaze (Japanese place M and I went to the other day and that A1 and I went to today). Oh yeah... FYI. I have LOST my voice. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. This will be my third week in a row with SOMETHING. Apparently I can't fight this battle alone. Give me the REAL drugs.