A picture of a mailbox at the end of my street.
For the past six weeks, I've had to look at this craziness...
Oh, well...
Only in the hood...
Damn, where's a good neighborhood association when you need one?
At Home In the Words I write...I've missed Blogging
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These days of Summer are sweet and fleeting. I've been away too long. Away
from this blog. This holy place where I live on the words I conjure.
So much goo...
6 years ago
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Aiight, since I'm kiking it in my "Hands Across the Hood" campaign this Christmass weekend and I carry my camers everywhere, I'm snapping some ghett-o-ness myself.
ReplyDeleteLove the chair... priceless.
We gotta get that mail though!
I'm not mad at them. My mailbox has been hit 3 times and I feel their pain. The second time it was hit, my neighbor had a family member weld it back together. After all that, it was recently hit again while I was away from home. There was a case number on a police card for me to get a report. That was nice of the person to call the police and everything. You know I would have kept going. So, now my mailbox will not close. As long as I am getting my mail, whatever. I had mine sitting on the ground after it was hit the first time. My mailperson wasn't having any parts of that. She would not leave my mail. I guess it was too far for her to bend down without falling out of the truck! LOL
ReplyDeletePS I loved chapter 24. It gave me that "love is in the air" feeling. You usually leave us hanging but....
YOU DID GOOD!!!
Damn girl ...That was funny as hell!!!
ReplyDeleteI need to take some hood shots ...like the stray cat in the baby stroller LOL
They might just want to get a P.O. Box for all that.
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