Tag: therapy
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Only as an urban resident – Ep. 1
A prequel: Episode 1 – Lil’ Annikin Shihiem is the third out of 10 living children born to his mother. Mom started having kids at age 16. Daddies took turns fathering children while taking turns in and out of jail. At age 4, Shihiem set the curtains on fire. The firefighters came and found him…
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Only as an urban resident – Ep. 8
An epilogue of some sorts: Shihiem does not come to my house anymore. After my neighbours told him whatever they told him to get him to leave my porch, they have spotted him twice pacing around the block and teaching little kids how to punch and kick each other. He showed up at work for…
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Only as an urban resident – Ep. 7
It’s Tuesday morning. I normally wake up 20 minutes before I have to be at work because I can get ready in 12 minutes and walk to work in 6.5 minutes with 1.5 minutes to spare. Today I am up a couple hours early. I text my office manager that I will visit the District…
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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 resolve to finally draw a…
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Only as an urban resident – Ep. 5
On Monday, my coworkers advise me to keep calling the cops. And perhaps I could file a restraining order against Shihiem (PFA = protection from abuse, or “stay away” order), because I felt threatened by him, even if just for an instant. I’m like, meh. After dinner downtown, I walk home from the train stop.…
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Only as an urban resident
Last month there was a homeless teenager sleeping on my porch. There is a lot of background to this story, which maybe I will explain in future posts, like episodes 1, 2, 3 of Star Wars or something. For now, the denouement to this saga (Episode 4): On Friday morning I find a dirty sheet,…