Wednesday, September 08, 2004
My God, I'm Old
Last night something horrible happened. I did something that I never thought I would do, something I used to lambast others about because they did it without reservation. I can't believe I stooped so low as to do what I did, but in hindsight I'm not sure what else I could have done.
It was 11-something at night and I had just finished watching a David Cross special on HBO and I was pretty tired. As you know, Tuesdays are mad busy for me so I need to wake up early. I laid down with HBO still on (Spies Like Us was on, if you care) and tried to go to sleep. The only problem was there was this incredible racket outside. It wasn't quite a party (no music), just lots of indistinct voices punctuated by the occasional "OOHHHHHHHHHHH!" You know, that hooting and hollering you sometimes hear in rap videos or at street hoops games? Like when someone gets dunked on, or somebody "disses" someone else really badly, a random person just shouts "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh...." You'd know it if you heard it, and I was hearing it every sixty seconds. I had my doubts that someone was really earning such "street acclaim," if I may coin a term, and I had to get to bed to go to class early today. What could I do? Get dressed and go out the front door and ask them to "keep it down?" Politely request that they "respect" the dorm Quiet Time (9PM weekdays, 2AM weekends)? I wasn't going out there to face an unknown number of rowdy-types.
So I called security.
I can't believe it either, but what other option did I have?
Anyway, my complaint made I continued my efforts to fall asleep. Then came a knock at the door. I was beyond exhausted at this point and it was practically midnight, but I knew who it was. It was security, although they called themselves "UPD" and they looked like NY State Troopers without the funny hats (whose barracks are nearby, if you're curious). Irregardless of that trivia fact, I told them what was happening and they said they had heard the noises coming into the building. Apparently it was coming from the first floor, not outside as I had thought. This made me wonder if maybe I could have resolved my own problem, but it was too late to back out now. They asked for an absurd amount of unnecessary data, including my social security number. What the fuck are they going to do with that? Give me a tax credit? Nosy questions aside, they silenced the gathering and allowed me to sleep in peace. Well, as peaceful a sleep as I could get knowing that deep down in my heart I was a stone-cold snitch.
On the bright side, we had fried chicken for dinner tonight. It rocked.
It was 11-something at night and I had just finished watching a David Cross special on HBO and I was pretty tired. As you know, Tuesdays are mad busy for me so I need to wake up early. I laid down with HBO still on (Spies Like Us was on, if you care) and tried to go to sleep. The only problem was there was this incredible racket outside. It wasn't quite a party (no music), just lots of indistinct voices punctuated by the occasional "OOHHHHHHHHHHH!" You know, that hooting and hollering you sometimes hear in rap videos or at street hoops games? Like when someone gets dunked on, or somebody "disses" someone else really badly, a random person just shouts "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh...." You'd know it if you heard it, and I was hearing it every sixty seconds. I had my doubts that someone was really earning such "street acclaim," if I may coin a term, and I had to get to bed to go to class early today. What could I do? Get dressed and go out the front door and ask them to "keep it down?" Politely request that they "respect" the dorm Quiet Time (9PM weekdays, 2AM weekends)? I wasn't going out there to face an unknown number of rowdy-types.
So I called security.
I can't believe it either, but what other option did I have?
Anyway, my complaint made I continued my efforts to fall asleep. Then came a knock at the door. I was beyond exhausted at this point and it was practically midnight, but I knew who it was. It was security, although they called themselves "UPD" and they looked like NY State Troopers without the funny hats (whose barracks are nearby, if you're curious). Irregardless of that trivia fact, I told them what was happening and they said they had heard the noises coming into the building. Apparently it was coming from the first floor, not outside as I had thought. This made me wonder if maybe I could have resolved my own problem, but it was too late to back out now. They asked for an absurd amount of unnecessary data, including my social security number. What the fuck are they going to do with that? Give me a tax credit? Nosy questions aside, they silenced the gathering and allowed me to sleep in peace. Well, as peaceful a sleep as I could get knowing that deep down in my heart I was a stone-cold snitch.
On the bright side, we had fried chicken for dinner tonight. It rocked.
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What can I say? College students are assholes, man. Will they like you? Will you find friends? The question is, will you like them? I mean really. There are probably some good kids out there but most of them, forget about it. Anyway, are you going to join the Japanese club or something? I suggest you seek out people with your own interests. I guess I sound a little bitter but I found most people in college were not for me. I'm the closest to my old friends from Croton.
"And what is your social security number?"
"I'm sorry, I only give that information out to employers and lenders."
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