Lofts and Ephedra
Whenever I go back to my old town, someone always asks me where I've been living. I respond that I live in Detroit. Inevitably, there is always at least one who will raise a contorted hand gesture in a mock gang symbol and ask "D-town? Dawg? Are you tough?"
To answer "Detroit" is simple. To answer "Detroit" is to the point. I am not posing as hard inner city youth when I say I'm from Detroit. It would be more accurate to say "I live in a tame suburb of Detroit" or "I am from a South Eastern Michigan town near Detroit."
Is it wrong to prefer concentrated word groups rather than elaborate descriptions of my location?
I may soon be able to raise my own contorted hand gesture in reply as I just looked at a beautiful loft in downtown Detroit yesterday. The lofts made out of converted abandoned buildings are just the thing. I can't do them justice here, but I will take a photo tour this weekend and post some pictures. The apartments are so fantastic - stained concrete floors, industrial windows, exposed brick and ducts. Truly a dream residence.
Also - I went to old town for a visit and before returning I went to fill up the tank at a truly backwater burg gas station. Amazingly, they hadn't gotten the memo that all the trucker's ephedra pills were supposed to be sent back to the manufacturer. I purchased all four boxes for a mere $5 a piece. HA! If only those fools knew what an ephedra pill would go for on eBay baby! I've hit gold. Yahoo!
To answer "Detroit" is simple. To answer "Detroit" is to the point. I am not posing as hard inner city youth when I say I'm from Detroit. It would be more accurate to say "I live in a tame suburb of Detroit" or "I am from a South Eastern Michigan town near Detroit."
Is it wrong to prefer concentrated word groups rather than elaborate descriptions of my location?
I may soon be able to raise my own contorted hand gesture in reply as I just looked at a beautiful loft in downtown Detroit yesterday. The lofts made out of converted abandoned buildings are just the thing. I can't do them justice here, but I will take a photo tour this weekend and post some pictures. The apartments are so fantastic - stained concrete floors, industrial windows, exposed brick and ducts. Truly a dream residence.
Also - I went to old town for a visit and before returning I went to fill up the tank at a truly backwater burg gas station. Amazingly, they hadn't gotten the memo that all the trucker's ephedra pills were supposed to be sent back to the manufacturer. I purchased all four boxes for a mere $5 a piece. HA! If only those fools knew what an ephedra pill would go for on eBay baby! I've hit gold. Yahoo!
posted by Noir Muse at 9:13 AM
3 Comments:
When you sit atop your ephedra bootlegging operation you can have anyone who annoys you with mock gang signs whacked.
(Residing in a downtown, converted loft is just about as hip as can be.)
I tell you whut...
You let me hang out at your loft and buzz on your ephedra and I'll let you change the baby's next really nasty diaper.
Deal?
Gunslinger, I'm not so sure about the "whacking" as you call it. I can promise, however, that I will be a fair and just ruler.
As long as it's super stinky, Mike, you've got yourself a deal.
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