1 Aug 2010
Desperate guy screaming outside my building last night
I have another fun story about the things that happen outside my
apartment building at night. Early this morning, at two (Three? Four?
Who knows?), I awoke to a sort of whimpering outside. It was a man’s
voice, definitely a white guy, and young. Perhaps in his thirties. The
thing about it was that it rang out with desperation, and it was close
by, as if he were yelling at someone in my own building.
I heard lines going somewhat like the following: “Amber, what the
hell, what are you doing?” “Why are you doing this?” “Just let me in,
I don’t want to leave!” I couldn’t hear Amber’s responses, though.
It could have been a quaint story of thwarted romance, but then the
desperate man screamed, “Great, my friend has chosen 90 milligrams of
methadone over me! How do you think that makes me feel!?”
Ah, that’s why he is yelling. Heroin.
I fell back asleep suddenly but woke up again within a minute when the
man’s pitch changed. Someone else has started yelling at him, most
likely telling him to shut the fuck up. He shouted back at her,
sounding kind of angry and sad, “Look, you don’t know what’s going on,
she took something of mine and it means I’m going to have a fucked-up
day tomorrow if I don’t get it back. And also she screwed up my rent
for this month.”
The other person went away or shut her window, not caring. The man
started yelling again, and that plaintive pitch had returned to his
voice. But he was angry now too. “Amber, what the hell? You are a
goddamn bitch. You are just being a bitch. Amber, just let me in.”
A muffled response came. Amber’s voice was apparently really high and
whiny, just like her friend’s. The man said, “Fine, fuck you, I am
leaving now.”
That’s when I fell asleep for good. And today there is a heroin addict
somewhere, having a terrible day because he does not have his
methadone.
pseudoisaac 