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Job-Searching at the Micro-UN

February 10, 2013 by

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Gilbert quit his glorified bucket-lifting job a few weeks ago. But that wasn’t bad news. It was a cathartic moment for he and I, or at least mostly me. 5 years of social and economic stagnation.  5 years of physical and emotional deterioration. He was finally able to “tell off” his real and/or perceived enemies.  […]

A Noisy Neighbor at the Micro-UN

September 20, 2012 by

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This is what they come together on, Ibrahim and Gilbert.  The neighbor banging the trash cans at 2 in the morning. I never hear them because I am locked away in my room or simply, not home. But when I am… “It’s like she does this on purpose” I hear Gilbert say in the kitchen, […]

A Million and One Job Ideas, A Bitch to Find One

August 25, 2012 by

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Ibrahim had been focused on making money through his business. Towards the start of summer, it was all about his business:  an apparel company.  He was asking me about how to increase his presence on Facebook.  He was having meetings in the fashion district.  He was getting his website up.  He even started using Twitter […]

The Ethnographic Gaze and Authority at the Micro-UN

June 1, 2012 by

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Do my roommates Ibrahim, Gilbert, and my other roommate know I write about them? A questioned posted by the original Lakewooder and good friend Big Des on the Low Low. No. Sad to say. It’s not ideal if a bit sneaky and dishonest. I would like to tell them eventually;  When I eventually tell them, […]

War at the Micro-UN

May 31, 2012 by

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It couldn’t last forever. My heart sank as I heard the muffled raised voices and ultimately a muffled conversation.  I heard bits and pieces. Two men, down on their luck at each other’s throats. The two men in the house who’d taught me two different ways to be a man. As if times weren’t hard […]

The Room of Dead Objects

March 7, 2012 by

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My landlord Gilbert tells me lots of stories. When he’s not talking to Jose on the phone or interacting with his dog Jacy, I’m the receptacle for his 59 years worth of experiences. The last 25 years of those 59 years have been spent in this house in Lakewood. Some with his former wife, most […]

Pussy Don’t Run Me

February 16, 2012 by

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Said Ibrahim. Sunday morning.   Landlord Gilbert is at work. In the oven, my tater tots. On my mind, the self-described finest mujer that I’d met. Ibrahim was in the kitchen in front of my opened-door room. Ring!  Ring! I moved in to take my tater tots. Somehow we got into a conversation about his homey […]