Ghost Town

This past Sunday, I decided to pass through Park Slope, the neighborhood in which I was born, and grew up in. While all the buildings and edifaces remained intact, everything else was out of place. It was as if it lost the atmosphere it once had. It really gave me a very eerie feeling; the feeling that I was walking through a ghost town.
The mother of a friend I knew for some fifteen years had passed me by, with her head turned the other way, no humming of music, nothing. My brother was the first one to notice that. We wanted to say hello, but something told me just to observe her movements. It truly seemed as if she no longer wanted to be bothered with anyone. My brother and I walked in awe. Normally, the woman has an African medley under her breath, feeling good about herself as she would walk up Park Place. But today was different. It was an unbelievable experience.
Upon walking further into Park Slope, we pass by the street of a colleague we also knew for a long time. It had been about several years since we last spoke, but whatever; me and my bro were passin' thru. Walking down the block, we notice the dude coming up the block; in fact, it was my brother who first noticed him. He wondered if he'd recognise us after such a long time; in keeping up with the series of events, I wondered if he would say anything at all. We finally crossed paths, and all that came out his mouth was...
'Sup.
Normally, 'sup would do when you've seen the guy before, and you know you'll see him again. 'Sup would do when the two parties in question are total strangers. 'Sup comes in when there's nothing to say, and you need to say something.
To get 'sup from one of the few friends who's been in my crib in all my memory said something to me that Sunday. It said that a lot has changed since then, and that we, my brother and myself, are mere memories for these people. It said to forget about the homecoming to your neighborhood, where you get to tell all that you're graduating from college, where you get to catch up on everyone else's life, where you reminisce about the hell you've caused and the fun you've had. Normally, I'd say whatever about the whole affair, but walking through the ghost town I used to call home gave me a seriously ill vibe on the way to Costco. Years ago, this would never be the case. Years ago, even past 9/11, I was calling everyone on my old block to see if everyone was cool. Most of those reports were good, and some were not so good, but I heard from everyone, and everyone responded. Now, now that I brought about a physical presence, I found that shit's gone dark ever since.
Wow. That's something.

Sifting through some eMail, I read that the cause of my inability to get a woman may be an special autistic disorder. Though it doesn't say specifically why that's the only communication problem I seem to have, everything else seems pretty accurate. Yeah right, what black guy you know suffers from some special autistic disorder? Personal lack of self-esteem more like it!

Glad that Tavie is up and running again. Also glad that Nedra's Divine Trash is back in session! I can tell she took her time with the design and such. Man, I wish I had that kind of time...
But I don't. So, until next time...