oh bridgeport...

so two nights ago i was coming into my apartment, and i was hit up for change by my neighbor. WOW! it's finally happening. i either need to get out of bridgeport, or stay here forever! anyway, there is this building across the street from mine which houses the South Side Shrimp House (delicious!), that seems to be inhabited only by the grimiest of bridgeport trash (small time criminals and drug addicts). i've occasionally awoken to domestic disputes. though my own neighbor's below me are no real treat in their own right. sample conversation between me and my neighor (who for purposes of annonymity we will simply call, Avril): and mind you this is all while i'm waiting to pay for some chinese food, "hey do you have a band practicing up there?" my response to her, "no." followed by this golden trash nugget, "well, it sure as fuck sounds like it!" i had no response to that. i was speechless. i'm pretty sure that she nor her dude have a job, with exception of the occasional fishing trip. here are a few samples of some neighborhood gold:


i'm pretty sure that most people that live in or around chicago don't truly understand bridgeport unless you have lived there at some point. it is truly unlike any other place i have ever been. mostly due to it's political and criminal (the two often go hand in hand) ties. i'm sure most people are not familiar with the numerous "drinking clubs" that exist in bridgeport. basically, these are private bars where you have to be a member in order to get in. i believe there something like six within walking distance of my apt. if you're coming to b-port to booze, there is really only one place you should consider going to, unless you want to deal with the hassle of being a tourist.
heck yes.