Howard beach used to be a neighborhood that was filled with ritz and glamor…streets were lined with chrome and silver. walking through the street, you could barely count all the Mercedes and BMWs using your fingers and your toes… but now, walking through, there is a different feel of this community. no longer does laundry and tomato sauce fill your nostrils. As you step outside, your lungs fill with the scent of mold and mildew. Looking around, the grass is dead and the once sparkling cars are dull and spotted. the streets that were once lined with perfectly sculpted bushes and seasonal flowers, are now lined with garbage bags filled with remnants of walls, basements, and memories. a gloom has set above this small spot on the map. it could be a lot worse, at least we have ceilings above our head and floors below our feet. but the feeling is here… hopefully, not to stay.
there are times, usually when i read books a lot, that my thoughts flow in the form of the book i am reading. I’m not sure if this happens to others but lately i have been reading novels for my enjoyment and i usually become more creative in my thoughts and begin writing a novel with my thoughts. I wish during those times i could be near my computer so i can transcribe my mind novel into actual text, but its never the case. Today i was on a long line in dunking donuts and just people watching as my thoughts ran away with me as if in a fresh chapter of a book. And thats when i thought about writing a book. maybe a book of my thoughts. kind of like a diary but imagine if one day it was published. each chapter can be an unrelated yet related one. Unrelated because it would be of a fresh thought, but related because it would be my thoughts and in a chronological order.
here is part of the chapter i would have written from today.
Summer at Dunkin Donuts. The stomping ground and town hall, so to speak of my neighborhood. I wonder if this is how it is in other neighborhoods. The patrons are either dressed to impress, or rolled out of bed. The young men that frequent this watering hole, like to flaunt their muscular frames with tight fitting short sleeve t shirts, or tighter fitting “muscle tee’s”. May the strongest man with the loudest engine win. As this coffee shop can quite frequently turn into a car show on certain week nights. All aligned in consecutive parking spots, one shinier and cleaner then the next, along with their drivers. Sporting sleeves of tattoos or guts of pasta dinners. When did this coffee shop become a constant show and tell? The even younger girls who stunt their growth with the liquid caffeine, often show up with short shorts, that resemble bikini bottoms, and shirts that get smaller as the nights pass. These youngin’s, with their hair half burnt from numerous flat iron rounds, and tans bought from the local beach bum, use the walk into Dunkin as their runway. Hoping for glances from the muscular men mentioned earlier. Checking their reflections in the just cleaned windows as they wait on line for their coffee, that is mostly coffee flavored milk with whipped cream. Hoping to meet their next boyfriend. As they take the cat walk once more on their walk to the car they arrived in, a quick glance to the left is done to see if there are any gawkers. If there aren’t, they will try the same routine again tomorrow in shorter and tighter shorts. The cycle continues. The other customers of this popular spot, are sometimes the workers from the same street, stopping in for another burst of energy, tired from their long days of work, needing an extra pick me up. Still others are passing through to the beach or some other place unknown to by yours truly. But the regulars use this spot as a place to catch up with the same friends they see night in and night out. And i wonder, is it just this towns Dunkin Donuts that offers a place for the neighborhood regulars to gossip and shoot the shit? or is it the same in other neighborhoods as well?
Toppers is a name i just coined for people that feel that anything they hear in a conversation, they have to top. i know a few toppers and it irritates the living bejesus out of me. an example of what i am talking about ::
-my cat just died of a tumor in its throat.
(where the normal response would be Ohh No, i’m so sorrry!…. a topper might respond….)
Topper- Oh well my dog died of cancer too but it spread all over his body.
(trying to top the horror of the cats demise.. when in reality why would this even become a competition? these toppers take EVERYTHING as competition when conversing. another example…)
-Haha, at a kareoke night at a bar i was told i sing pretty well.
Topper- Well when i was 15 i was discovered and (insert famous person) wanted to give me a record deal because they loved my singing so much.
::side note… toppers come in all shapes and sizes. Some use exaggeration to an extreme when topping… others just create stories in their head in order to check off an imaginary tally mark for all people they try to top. Some other toppers just try to make any conversation about themselves and in turn try to top what was said. KEEP IN MIND, they try to top you even with negative things….. an example follows…
-oh gosh, i just got a ticket ugh its terrible now i have to pay 40$
Topper- well i got about 4 tickets last month and they towed my car and i had to pay 4000$.
ANOTHER POSSIBLE TOPPER RESPONSE
Topper- well my ancestor invented cars.
I’m sure many people know toppers in their lives. PLEASE comment and tell me about them. What do you hate most about toppers?