Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Priscilla Stops by in Absentia

...but it's a good thing. Last night when I got home, the white plastic bag was still on the bottom step. Priscilla's sneakers were gone and my old ratty sandals were inside.

No other sign of Priscilla last night. Let's hope, but not expect, she did go to treatment.

1 comment:

Clayton said...

This is such a great blog --- I don't understand why you don't have a full comment section. With the annoying exception of the spammers, of course. Your writing style is great.

What kind of place do you live in? You may have covered this in other posts, but I haven't come across it. House? Condo? Apartment? Have you got it fixed up the way you like it? Do you have a hard time convincing your friends to come over? I live so far west now that any time I want to socialize with my friends I have to be the one doing the driving.

I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on the risks of being patronizing --- how you resolve your position of relative stability in a neighborhood with people like Priscilla. Is it tough to figure out the boundary between wanting to be a good neighbor / friend and trying to modify someone's behavior to your standards? I feel like you did the right thing by offering Priscilla the crack pipe back. It would have put you in a tricky moral spot if you had found it and thrown it away. Do you agree?

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