well. this is good to know.

[durgajadisme]

I am aghast at the class conflict in Brandon-fuckin-Florida. Brandon, people. When I was growing up here it was cow pasture. Now it's a whole bunch of yuppie scum and the people that service their fine yuppie mall. Indeed, the city has even set up a barracks of sorts for mall and mini-mall employees, comprised of three or four expansive apartment complexes where you can live paycheck to paycheck after you come home from the Shitty Wok stand at Westfield Shopping Center. They're glorious little stucco boxes --and the complex management (they're in New Jersey) has done a fantastic job sticking as many square caves in one place as humanly possible.

And they're -surprised- when ghettotacular incidents pop up in the middle of their sweet little town? *scoff*

There was a swat team last night, and some serious yelling going down. Apparently, because our neighbor 200 feet away (across the pond in our back yard) is trafficking cocaine. *thumbsup*

Does this bother me as a resident?
Whatever. It's his bidness. Stupid bidness in this town, but his.
I get good impressions off of most of the people in this place.
Just a bunch of fellow low-paid employees supporting their kids.
I don't think anybody's gonna try to mess with us, anyway.
We've got a Shiva Lingam on the back porch and I get the
impression that people who see me shufflin tarot cards
all the damn time think I'm capable of giving The Evil Eye.