nostrangerer (wrayb) wrote,

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in the hood

Next door to me there used to live what we called "The Crazy Lady." She lived there with a man (brother, husband?) and the building super said there was a daughter too. We never saw the daughter in 7 plus years so we had to take the super's word for it that the daughter was even more crazy than the mother. The man stunk like he never ever took a bath. We used to see him sometimes coming and going with groceries or taking their dog out. The hall and elevator would reek of him for an hour or so after he passed through. People came once or twice a week to deliver cooked food. The lady would stand at her open apt. door and shout into the hall. "You fucking people go back where you came from. My hair is so beautiful and I am rich too. You fucking cunts are so ugly no one wants you here." She would shout racist comments. Everyone in the dozen or so apartments on our floor is Korean or South Asian (Indian or Pakistani) or Latino. She would go on about he beautiful white skin and her beautiful long hair and then dis the people living on our floor, particularly the women.

The crazy lady really got on the nerves of the Filipino woman whose apt. door was literally right next to the crazy lady's front door. Usually the Filipino would try to ignore the ranting but sometimes she would yell back. The crazy lady would keep yelling back until the Filipino lady gave up in disgust and went on her way.

When we moved in, my then 9 year old son was afraid of her. She would sometimes scream at him if she saw him in the hall. "What are you doing there? Why the fuck do they send you? You can't do anything!"

I didn't even know the crazy peeps had moved out until I noticed maintenance was painting in there and right after a young Korean family (mom, pops, baby, two pre-teen boys) moved in. I introduced myself when they were moving in.

Curious thing about the change. The crazy lady never screamed or yelled at me. I sometimes heard one of the other tenants get into a shouting match with her while they waiting for the elevator. If I happened to come off the elevator or out my door while she was doing one of her tirades she would quickly go back inside and close her door, finishing her sentence as she locked her door. On the other hand the two new neighbor boys are cutely but obnoxiously loud as they greet me anytime they see me. (Unison shouting kid voices) "LOOK THERE IS WRAY! HELLO WRAY! HELLO WRAY! HELLO WRAY! HELLO WRAY! (they finally notice me saying hello back) LOOK, WRAY IS SAYING HELLO TO ME! WRAY IS SAYING HELLO TO US! HELLO WRAY! HELLO WRAY! BYE BYE WRAY! BYE BYE WRAY! BYE BYE WRAY! BYE BYE WRAY! (I make it inside my door and close it.) DID YOU SEE? WE SAW WRAY AND SAID HELLO TO HIM AND HE SAID HELLO TO US. WE SAW WRAY AND SAID HELLO TO HIM AND HE SAID HELLO TO US.

I never hear them talking so loud except when talking to or about me. What triggered me to write about this now is that a few minutes ago out my window I heard: "LOOK WE CAN SEE WRAY'S BUILDING! IS THAT WRAY? NO THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE WRAY. I THINK IT LOOKS LIKE WRAY. HELLO WRAY HELLOOO WRAY HELLO WRAY. (I lean toward my window and wave.) IS THAT REALLY WRAY?...

Then I think their mom came and shushed them and made them move from the window. I guess I need to keep the blind down and closed or I might become the crazy old man of the 7th floor. "You kids over there, shutup. Didn't you ever learn any manners..."

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