Laidbackman
All Star
I just wanted to clarify something I said in post #4,127. That day I was at Firestone in September last year in Riverdale, that young latino dude didn't do that bird call on Riverdale Rd, for anybody familiar with this area. He did this while I was walking near the end of Edmonston Rd, right where it merges into Kenilworth Ave, where Fletchers Field is right across the street. Kenilworth Ave intersects with Riverdale Rd a little further down. I had just walked down Hamilton Street, pass those old red brick apartments I use to live in, and made that right onto Edmonston Rd, going towards Kenilworth Ave.
For a place that didn't have central heating and cooling, or cable, I sure had some fun in that old apartment. I had entered into a long-term relationship with a girlfriend two years after I moved there (who stuck with me the whole time). She sure kept me out of a lot of trouble, especially from these three fine sisters I was surrounded by. One lived right on top of me (fitness instructor), the other lived across the street, who I later found out moved on my old block a few years after my family moved away, and the other lived a little up the street, who wound up getting an office job where I worked...she was the sweetest, and had the most class. I was also still tight with my buddy. I had also not too long ago re-enrolled into college, while I was in that old small start-up apartment I lived in right before, for a year. I was lucky that older African female landlord trusted me when she let me rent that old small start-up...I had an I-9 on my credit report. Man, those mice sure knew how to cockblock when you first met a girl...lol. I found that out in both of these apartments.
Anyway, all I can say is, the world sure changed since then...and this was when DC was the murder capital.
For a place that didn't have central heating and cooling, or cable, I sure had some fun in that old apartment. I had entered into a long-term relationship with a girlfriend two years after I moved there (who stuck with me the whole time). She sure kept me out of a lot of trouble, especially from these three fine sisters I was surrounded by. One lived right on top of me (fitness instructor), the other lived across the street, who I later found out moved on my old block a few years after my family moved away, and the other lived a little up the street, who wound up getting an office job where I worked...she was the sweetest, and had the most class. I was also still tight with my buddy. I had also not too long ago re-enrolled into college, while I was in that old small start-up apartment I lived in right before, for a year. I was lucky that older African female landlord trusted me when she let me rent that old small start-up...I had an I-9 on my credit report. Man, those mice sure knew how to cockblock when you first met a girl...lol. I found that out in both of these apartments.
Anyway, all I can say is, the world sure changed since then...and this was when DC was the murder capital.
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