It concerns me that the mayor's increase in police presence in the downtown Pike/Pine area has pushed drug activity into our neighborhood.
Anyone else notice a lot more people picking at their scabs on Broadway this weekend? Or has it been like this and I just don't get out enough?
Note: The next paragraph is really gross. I should write it up for the Strangers Hot Tipper.
I saw one person using a nail clipper to pick at a large sore on the top of his head while walking to Bimbos for dinner yesterday. That was not a pretty sight to see before eating.
Ironically, I smashed my own head today and had to have 6 staples put in... I expect to have a similar scab.
Showing posts with label strangetales. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strangetales. Show all posts
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Canabalism on Capitol Hill
Here's a neighborhood tale involving accidental ingestion of human remains. A sample of what you're in for:
Covered in a layer of uniformly baked grey human ash, I walked home. Thankfully it was near, since the cake of ash on my body was very thick, and I was very nearly at the point of vomiting for most of the trip to the shower. One other factor saved me what small amount of dignity I allow myself - since Capitol Hill was also Seattle’s homeless punk youth and heroin/crank/crystal neighborhood, there were people at least as bizarre-looking as I walking down the street with their children and a bag of bagels, or some homeless 24-year old with a tattoo on their forehead that simply says “Drunk.” Nobody really paid me any attention. And if I had vomited, I would hardly have gained additional attention.
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