The Urban Resident Local Doc on the Block

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Only as an urban resident — Ep. 6

A college mentor once told me that if one wants to sound intelligent in a group conversation, but doesn’t really know what’s going on, one must simply exclaim, “But where do you draw the line?!” preferably in a British accent. I’m drawing the line here. —————————————————————– I finish crying and…

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Betrayal

Baxter was named after a Puritan minister, and I am faintly amused by this memory when I hear him yowl through the bathroom door or when his claws clumsily scrabble across our faux-wood floor. He is not quite as cute now, in the sense that his kitten-like actions are more coördinated though less graceful and less innocent. Playful nips at our fingers now threaten to…

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Life or Death

One night after work, I was walking home and overheard this: Drug dealer 1 [speed walking towards Drug dealer 2]: Yo! Drug dealer 2: Yo. Drug dealer 1: Hurry up! You can’t do that. You gotta be ON POINT. Me: Excuse me, I couldn’t help but hear your conversation. Might…