lemme tell you something about the women who are still standing after the last 6 yrs.
this is a story i'm telling about myself these days, but i got a feeling i've got a lot of sisters in this.
so, in late 2015 i met a man. he liked that clown, but att it was a joke that things would go like they did. we were together, off an on, til 1/20. politics was a verbotten topic. he stayed w me for the last 2 mos of 2019, and i tossed him on 1/1/20.
now, i've pretty much never lived alone. i'm 6th of 7 kids, have 5 of my own. in 2014, my 30yr marriage ended. i had 1 kid still at home who gave me endless grief, and left home in 2016.
i hired a cleaning lady, who had 4 kids, and we became family of choice. that also crumbled in 1/20.
my relationships w my kids suffered in the divorce, and 4-5 of them dont talk to me, except occasionally through the ex. things were a mess w him, but over the plague, we became friends again.
i was super karen in 2020. in yr 10 of my urban farm, my neighbors lost their minds. at the end of my block, there are 4 properties, owned by members of 1 family. mexicanos. they were long time friends, lived here as long as i. young people i had known since they were babies, now w babies of their own. but when they got locked down, they were trapped rats. they were fans, and loved my roosters. they dont say they crow, they say they sing. they are alone in using that word. lol.
they decided to passed the time by blowing things up. my hens not only stopped laying, they started pulling out their feathers. my dogs lost their housebreaking. everyone on the block was on edge.
now, when i say 'things', what i mean is m100's, mortars and small rockets. starting on may 25, memorial day that year, there were booms night and day.
the mayor had ordered that overwhelmed cops would not respond to 'fireworks complaints'. an m100 is not fireworks, it's a 1/4 stick of dynamite. felonies. but no.
on fb, in a neighborhood group, the alderman was being called on to do anything. they were aiming the rockets at passersby. nothing.
because i'm the old lady on my block, when i was at my farm, folks talked to me, cried on my shoulder. now, i had had a small business beef w 1 of these young men in mid may. i soon went to war.
i carried my car keys w me at all times, and when they went boom, i hit my alarm. they were tripping alarms anyway, and they couldnt see it was me because i was around the corner.
i couldnt get anyone else to do the same, or to stand w me when i confronted them. i gave a couple pf performances that would stand up on the stage at the lyric opera here.
and in the end i won. i convinced them i was a witch. i told them that if they made me call on my grandmothers, they would regret it, because they liked to burn shit. during 1 of a string of visits from the popo, they said i threatened to burn down their houses. the cops came and asked me about it. we all had a good chuckle when i told them what i actually said.
but they quieted down until the 3rd of july, when they started up at 5 pm. i marched down there, told them that the holiday was tomorrow, you can shoot all they wanted then, but this shit was over.
on the end, there was a noisy 4th, then nothing. it was quiet the 2 subsequent 4ths. the total response from the city was a warning to clean up the blizzard of shredded paper they had created.
now, here is a line i have used a couple times-
you know that saying- if you must walk through hell, walk like you own the place.
i have walked through this plague like i had a long, black, asbestos coat and top hat, w the devil's own walking stick. which i took right out of his hands.
i owned that hell. and i rule this level now.
if you see me coming, and i'm not smiling, run. run like hell.
so, magats, you ready for this?
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