W: “I was a terrible host.”
Moon: “You said that.”
W: “You was a great guest.”
Moon: “Yes, you keep saying that.”
W: “I was a horrible host.”
W: “I was a terrible host.”
Moon: “You said that.”
W: “You was a great guest.”
Moon: “Yes, you keep saying that.”
W: “I was a horrible host.”
H: “YAAAAY!”
(The childish high pitched response of a grown man in learning there will be food served.)
“A B C D E F G, gummy bears are chasing me. 1 red, 1 is blue, 1 just stole my yellow shoe. Now I’m running for my life cause the red has a knife.”
(Aussie friend’s Skype status)
MoonCatcher: “Fucken Bitch… Fucken Lying Bitch…”
Man: “You don’t believe in God. That is why you are homeless. God is punishing you for not believing in him!”
(One homeless man talking to another homeless man, at VOA Access Center, August 2012)
Walking down the street, arguing, Moon goes for a low blow and takes “ball shot” at Cross, to receive the satisfying scream of pain.
As he is gripping the tree nearest him and cuddling himself, and woman walks up, placing her hand on his shoulder and leaning closer, says with the purest of innocence and concern,
“Oh are you alright? Do you need some Motrin?”
Which brings Cross to laugh and refuse, and Moon to just bust out laughing even more.
This is Skidrow.
We loved her concern, don’t get us wrong, but again,
This is Skidrow.
Of all the pills and drug choices around, she chose Motrin.
It’s refreshing to receive pill advice from another sober person.
Cross: hey
Moon: Hew trip you now
Cross: I’m at the L
Cross: where are you?
Moon: Bout to turn down you’re street
Cross: come to the LV enterance
Myka: I am lil
Cross: lil?
Moon: Nuthing I caint sewer what I’m round
Cross: ??what do you mean?
Moon: Lol stop making me type and walk I’m here lol
Moon: I caint see in the sun what I’m typing
Man: “Let me get some money.”
Woman: “I’m so broke I can’t even spell MONEY!”