At long last, the opportunity was there.
Ever since I moved in here and started taking Rube up to the roof to get busy, I have almost always looked for crackheads or especially dealers to throw bags of her poop at. The dealers are too far away on the same side of the street, so I can’t even see them from the roof, and very seldom I get someone looking up to no good, walking down the street looking in every car window, but most commonly it’s uneventful.
Coming back from a brief walk with Ruby-Doo, I find a couple people – man and woman, packing up their crack pipes so close to my gate that I had to ask them to move. Go somewhere else. Just *try* to have a bit of class.
They were distracted, but mumbled something like ‘sorry’ and moved a good entire six inches so I could open the gate and let me & Rubes inside.
In the elevator up to my floor (leg is still stiff and painful) I decided that I was going to go up to my roof where there are a few recent bags of RubePoop, lean over the ledge, and drop the bags on or very close to them – just to let them possibly understand my disdain for those who smoke crack – especially in public, in broad daylight.
ESPECIALLY in front of my apartment building.
As I unlocked the door to my apartment though, something clicked inside of me – their lives probably already leave much to be desired. It’s been cold, rainy, and this is most likely as good as their day is going to get, which is already shitty enough.
Meanwhile, here I am, in a warm apartment with an awesome puppy & soft, clean bed, planning on making their day crappier just because I don’t like what they’re doing?
I see far too often anyways – people who just want to make others lives even more miserable than they already are. That is not my right, or who I am…
so go ahead, crack zombies, have this very brief moment of being able to forget everything else that is bad around you.
I won’t rain shit on you today.