Criminal mind

We went for a stroll on the street in our way to the liquor store, and I could see how stressful this neighborhood is. The dog didn’t make matters easier. I always thought of having a cute dog as an excellent pretext to be approached by a girl or change phrases with one that has taken her dog out for a stroll as well. Instead, a homeless woman talked to me about how she has a dog of her name, saying he was cute and all the while there, our order pending, the store full. I was behind of a man who was buying the entire store, apparently; so I switched lines, right after my favorite dealer was vociferously talking, obviously drunk or high. He is a chum of a person, terrifyingly looking and yet so mild in reality. Luckily, he only wanted a small drink and made fun lightly about the dog, as being a lion. I laughed under pressure, finally bought what I had gone there for, a little alcohol for the road ahead. We smoked a little and on my way home I was stalked by a guy I’ve seen on parole, when I worked with Internal Intelligence and they assigned me to the Department of Correction in the Bronx. It was a very devastating experience, and once in while I come across in the streets with one or some other guy that attended those facilities to be interviewed by his parole officer. Usually, in security you get to meet all kinds of people, and every so often you meet what we call “a real ass”. In any other building I worked downtown, including the former World Trade Center site, I believed that there was a complete ass in every ten individuals I came across. In the Department of Correction, two out of five displayed a very criminal personality and almost four out of five didn’t greet you and simply went about their business without exhibiting any courtesy. On the same percentage as you get the criminal personality in one out of every ten individuals, not an exact science in any reasonable way, you would get one that seemed extra nice, and such a nice personality that the first thing coming to your mind was, “How is it that this nice girl ended up here.”
-Oh –she answered me: -I’ve stabbed my ex.
I could sympathize with such predicament. In our mind, we tend to idolize those we feel attached to emotionally; hence, the saying goes that love is blind. It would be a fun time with the family. It would provide Isabel a valuable chance to get acquainted with my relatives. The music selected is raw, black, of course; but we have a collection of more than five hundred compact disks containing rock music.
Pink Floyd, Guns and Roses, the Beatles, Santana, the Doors, U2, Nirvana, Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, Queen, Stone Temple Pilots, the Cure, Aerosmith, Madonna, Jimmy Hendrix, Elvis Presley, Metallica, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Audioslave, Nine Inch Nails, Korn, and thousands, thousands more. Music has depressed me. As a depressed kid, I grew closer to those of us who were pessimists and in some ways I am very pessimistic. But I attracted people of my condition, and Bobbie, my cousin, showed me some rock music. Now, even though I love rock like you have no idea, the truth is I discarded largely listening to rock that was depressing. Instead, I shifted to new musical horizons. That’s how I found the music that always surrounded me, hip-hop, some rap even, reggae, reggae-ton, or Spanish reggae, and I must say that I am delighted. Somehow, I think that is part of growing genuinely, immersing in a different musical gender, tunes we detested at times, disregarding as offensive, ignorant, vulgar, were in fact rhythmical treaties, revitalized in comparison to its abstract and often indifferent rock, heavy guitar music was always a muse professing narcissistic tendencies. Compared to their counterparts, also branches of rock, like Rap and Hip-Hop are, there is an emphasis on carnality and violence. Of course, Rap and Hip-Hop will make the day, since rock has been declining into obscurity gradually; bands no longer get the attention they once got. These propellers of music, the musical carbohydrates, since who remembers what was a great song in Rap more than a year ago. Meringue and salsa, Spanish most popular exponents, along with some Reggeaton recently, like the case is with Tego Calderon. I will take some music. Isabel is on the phone, killing a little bit of time before we get ready to leave. I have told her that we will go as soon as I finished my goal of writing at least forty thousand words in these passages before the year ended. So far, I’m up to 39,512 words, and counting. When I began a few hours ago, I wrote more than five thousand words in a single sitting. What is the purpose of this, you ask? It’s a little bit of a few things: mental masturbation, association writing, exorcizing oneself, proves for once that I’m as prolific as I think. I doubt I will come up with the rest before leaving, but I will attempt to do so.