#3341: Today was the first time I got to see the shitty part of New York. I dropped my friend at 2nd street and stood next to the traffic pole a few yards away to cross the street when a large bottle full of some white liquid exploded at the base of the pole right next to my feet. I didnt know how to react. I just turned around and some drunk man standing outside the bar was staring at me mumbling/yelling I wanna talk to you. It was in public and there were two people with him, also staring at me, but apparently I that was a common ritual of introduction for drunks on Bowery. I stopped looking at him because I think it was making him want to approach me and when the light finally turned green I walked away. Also, and this makes me feel like garbage, I saw a piece of shit on his phone forcibly dragging his senile dachshund whose fur is patched and gray by the neck (dog is audibly choking cause it cant walk that fast). No one around me stopped to pay any heed and I didnt stop him because I didnt want to piss the guy off and have him take out that anger on the animal he so obviously abuses on a daily basis. Beyond calling the police or taking the animal away from the guy, I didnt know how to help, and I cant imagine the man wouldve been penalized if I had called any authorities. Should I have taken a video of the dog to show them? Would they have believed me? I felt completely unable to help the bugger. So I feel like a shitbag who is also afraid to walk the streets. These men, by the way, were unintimidating (prior to suggesting assault), average looking, not homeless and not apparently crazy on busy streets full of witnesses. That terrified me. I was under the impression that the fact that Im tall, male, white, and pretty unattractive meant people wouldnt screw with me, but now Im thankful I havent been assaulted. Happy Thanksgiving.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 03:03:33 +0000
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