Friday, April 25, 2008

4-25-08 In which I find out that, in fact, it is not as dire as it seemed

Darnell, who calls himself the "assistant-super", is a skinny, older black man who lives across the hall from me. He wears glasses, a baseball cap, and most of his teeth are kind of a mess, but he's always ready with a smile and some sort of vaugely comprehensible greeting.

When I got home last night, I decided to ask him what went down yesterday morning, and he told me that the couple down on the second floor who always seem to be screaming at each other about something or other decided to really go at it, and the woman apparently went upside her man's head, and somebody went to jail, and somebody went to a shelter.

"It's just disrispecful," said Darnell, indignantly, "'cus they don' havta clean up the blood, I do!"

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