The difference between my old neighborhood and new one can be summarized as succinctly as this; in Georgetown, street vendors hawked Gucci knock-offs. In Columbia Heights, someone just tried to sell me a "new", large, "Betty Boob" vinyl purse; it came in three tacky colors. There are so many things wrong with that sentence, not the least of which is that someone thought it a wise idea to counterfeit "Betty Boop". What kind of market is there for this shit? And why did I choose to live among them/it?
I'm going to shower off my distaste, the "afterglow" of my super-shitty "Bollywood Masala" dance class (first time! might be the last!) and my disappointment and go back to my old neighborhood, for brunch and an appointment. /end pathetic whine
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