It was my first week here and right I was for holding in that exahale I was planning on letting loose when I finally felt like I had made the right decision on moving. I drove Short and myself to the liquor store to buy some Grey Goose for some martini's back at the new apartment. Short gets out of the car to a movie theatre size large bucket of coke outside the passenger car door. He passes it with no thought, but on the way back to the car we get in and this tall (I can't belive I'm saying this) kind of cute figured black girl walks by the door screaming! "FUCKIN' PEOPLE NEED TO PICK UP THEIR TRASH!" as she scoops up the Pepsi bucket from the ground looking into my car a Short... I slowly roll down the window and ask her to repeat herself kindly in my most inviting tone (I think that's how I remember it). As I explained quetly and in my calm voice that it hadn't been our cup explaining why Short just passed it by. She screams again. "WELL GOOD MOTHA FUCKIN' THING CAUSE I WAS GONNA SAY IF IT WAS YA'LLS FUCKIN' CUP KARMA WAS GONNA BITE CHYA'LL IN THE ASS!" as to my reply was in the same tone I started with, I'm sure... "You don't have to act like such a bitch!" and there it was in slow motion flying in the air like an oversized drunk cicada the pepsi bucket flies and lands on my windshield busting all over my car. And as she trampled over to my car screaming profanities, calling me an imbred cracker. It was then, folks, that I exhaled and knew that this was the place for me.
Yours truely, every Friday night working VIP at PEARL. www.pearlphilly.com