hi, i live in the motherfucking GHETTO...how are you?!
Ok guys, I am freaking out. I can't even compose myself to type the story...ok.
So I left the apartment for work yesterday morning. The roof access and ladder are right next to our door - I can hear them climbing on the roof if I am in our bathroom.
There was a black kitty stuck up on the roof, meowing her little head off. I couldn't get the metal trapdoor up there unlocked or open, I reached my arm up as far as I could, but she wouldn't jump down. I was late to work because I tried for so long. I call the apartment manager, no answer.
So I go downstairs and out the gate - and nearly step on someone's nasty used fucking tourniquet. Yeah, charming. Heroin chic is back?
After Isaac and I helped ceridwyn move, we came home, and that poor cat was still up there. Still! It was so hot yesterday, I was afraid she'd die. So Isaac starts fucking with the lock and we try to get her down for another bulk of time.
Then the guy next door comes upstairs and says, "We got her down earlier and she just went back up." Ok. So we go inside and eat.
About 1:30 am I am in bed watching tv and I hear the roof hatch making noise. I think, maybe the cat's coming down, right? So I poke my head out the door and there's some guy there, he has the hatch unlocked and he tells me, "I'm just getting her down, we had her down before but I am going to take her to my house and keep her there." Cool, good, excellent, whatever. I go back to bed and I hear him on the roof for like half an hour more. I figured he was Maintenance since he had a key...
So I come out this morning, and I look for her in the hatch. She's not there. I am so happy about this...and then I look down under the ladder and see blood.
Little drips of blood that turn into a stream, actual big plops of blood, all the way down the stairs. I follow it. It goes downstairs, with big splotches over the railing and onto the ground below, and then right at the entrance of the apartment there was just a huge fucking puddle. Thick. Congealing. A puddle with whisk marks like something was struggling. And the blood stops there. It doesn't go to the entrance or to an apartment or anything.
I am no goddamn forensic pathologist but it looked like a critical amount of blood and I did not like the way it just stopped. The drips looked like they fell from high up, too, and I can't figure how it got over the railing.
I think that guy, someone, hurt that kitty. I think they hurt her so bad she died and bled all over our fucking ghetto asshole-tastic apartment complex. I think they may have even carried her or swung her all around.
Do you guys think I am nuts? What the hell happened? I figured if it was a person, the blood would've gone to a door or the front...it just stopped in that huge puddle...
I have never seen that much blood in my life and living in this neighborhood, hearing and seeing all these things, makes me want to fucking pistol-whip someone across the face...right before I blow their head off...just so they know how I feel.
Violence breeds violence, you better fucking believe it.
And I hate anyone who would hurt an animal.
So I left the apartment for work yesterday morning. The roof access and ladder are right next to our door - I can hear them climbing on the roof if I am in our bathroom.
There was a black kitty stuck up on the roof, meowing her little head off. I couldn't get the metal trapdoor up there unlocked or open, I reached my arm up as far as I could, but she wouldn't jump down. I was late to work because I tried for so long. I call the apartment manager, no answer.
So I go downstairs and out the gate - and nearly step on someone's nasty used fucking tourniquet. Yeah, charming. Heroin chic is back?
After Isaac and I helped ceridwyn move, we came home, and that poor cat was still up there. Still! It was so hot yesterday, I was afraid she'd die. So Isaac starts fucking with the lock and we try to get her down for another bulk of time.
Then the guy next door comes upstairs and says, "We got her down earlier and she just went back up." Ok. So we go inside and eat.
About 1:30 am I am in bed watching tv and I hear the roof hatch making noise. I think, maybe the cat's coming down, right? So I poke my head out the door and there's some guy there, he has the hatch unlocked and he tells me, "I'm just getting her down, we had her down before but I am going to take her to my house and keep her there." Cool, good, excellent, whatever. I go back to bed and I hear him on the roof for like half an hour more. I figured he was Maintenance since he had a key...
So I come out this morning, and I look for her in the hatch. She's not there. I am so happy about this...and then I look down under the ladder and see blood.
Little drips of blood that turn into a stream, actual big plops of blood, all the way down the stairs. I follow it. It goes downstairs, with big splotches over the railing and onto the ground below, and then right at the entrance of the apartment there was just a huge fucking puddle. Thick. Congealing. A puddle with whisk marks like something was struggling. And the blood stops there. It doesn't go to the entrance or to an apartment or anything.
I am no goddamn forensic pathologist but it looked like a critical amount of blood and I did not like the way it just stopped. The drips looked like they fell from high up, too, and I can't figure how it got over the railing.
I think that guy, someone, hurt that kitty. I think they hurt her so bad she died and bled all over our fucking ghetto asshole-tastic apartment complex. I think they may have even carried her or swung her all around.
Do you guys think I am nuts? What the hell happened? I figured if it was a person, the blood would've gone to a door or the front...it just stopped in that huge puddle...
I have never seen that much blood in my life and living in this neighborhood, hearing and seeing all these things, makes me want to fucking pistol-whip someone across the face...right before I blow their head off...just so they know how I feel.
Violence breeds violence, you better fucking believe it.
And I hate anyone who would hurt an animal.