pue-blows
So we're getting my Jen Jenny all moved in to her new place down in Pueblo, CO. It is a nice place, really. Same cost as her old apartment downtown, but has a HUGE kitchen, two bedrooms... it is nice. Quiet neighborhood near a retirement complex and two elementary schools. So even though there is graffiti EVERYWHERE, it's crappy, unsophisticated tagging and probably the kids that are just starting out. We figure they're the kids that grow up into thugs and move across the interstate to Pueblo West, so she's in a relatively safe area.
We did have to pass through a group of 8 or 9 Gangsters though, heading back from errands (via bicycle) on Saturday. Tough guys. I was glad it was two of us, to be honest. I said good morning as we passed them... I dunno, maybe it's just having grown up in Middle Class, but I get nervous around a group of young men with a gang-connection among them. I don't trust people in gangs to be decent or respectful when the cards are all on the table. I don't trust anyone, really. Any time a large group gathers under a common flag, it is easy to fall into Mob Mentality and leave one's personal convictions at the door. Hell, I've done it myself a few times in my life... nothing I'm proud to admit. But gangs tend to be violent or at least be prone to violent pantomime and I don't feel comfortable with that. I don't like the potential. I mean, Jen's really good at taking care of herself, but she's lived her whole independent life in Colorado Springs. ColoSpgs doesn't really HAVE a ghetto. We have a very low population of real gangsters. Most people here join one of the armed forces since there are so freakin' many of them stationed in town... a Big Government Gang, really. I don't trust the soldiers around here either.
I don't know what to think. I don't feel that caution is out of order, but I also feel it would be silly to get worked up about this. Mostly I'm just sad and stressed and nervous about being so far away from Jen Jenny or such a long time (2 years, probably. plus/minus) and maybe I'm projecting my anxiety onto the local population.
Aside from all my discontent, Pueblo has been really nice! It is hot as bloody hell though! :p Still... it is relatively flat (like Ft.Collins); Jen and I went on bike-errands all across town on Saturday, riding for 3 hours (with very brief interludes in the post office, realtor office, and college campus) straight and even my fat, smoker's ass didn't get tired! I did, however, get a bit overwhelmed by the heat and we had to go back to her place for a cool-down. 95*F is too effing HOT! And not a damn cloud in the sky! pleh!
later we got popsicles.
We did have to pass through a group of 8 or 9 Gangsters though, heading back from errands (via bicycle) on Saturday. Tough guys. I was glad it was two of us, to be honest. I said good morning as we passed them... I dunno, maybe it's just having grown up in Middle Class, but I get nervous around a group of young men with a gang-connection among them. I don't trust people in gangs to be decent or respectful when the cards are all on the table. I don't trust anyone, really. Any time a large group gathers under a common flag, it is easy to fall into Mob Mentality and leave one's personal convictions at the door. Hell, I've done it myself a few times in my life... nothing I'm proud to admit. But gangs tend to be violent or at least be prone to violent pantomime and I don't feel comfortable with that. I don't like the potential. I mean, Jen's really good at taking care of herself, but she's lived her whole independent life in Colorado Springs. ColoSpgs doesn't really HAVE a ghetto. We have a very low population of real gangsters. Most people here join one of the armed forces since there are so freakin' many of them stationed in town... a Big Government Gang, really. I don't trust the soldiers around here either.
I don't know what to think. I don't feel that caution is out of order, but I also feel it would be silly to get worked up about this. Mostly I'm just sad and stressed and nervous about being so far away from Jen Jenny or such a long time (2 years, probably. plus/minus) and maybe I'm projecting my anxiety onto the local population.
Aside from all my discontent, Pueblo has been really nice! It is hot as bloody hell though! :p Still... it is relatively flat (like Ft.Collins); Jen and I went on bike-errands all across town on Saturday, riding for 3 hours (with very brief interludes in the post office, realtor office, and college campus) straight and even my fat, smoker's ass didn't get tired! I did, however, get a bit overwhelmed by the heat and we had to go back to her place for a cool-down. 95*F is too effing HOT! And not a damn cloud in the sky! pleh!
later we got popsicles.