No one can be that shallow! Can they?

On the way home

You know you are living in the third world when you walk pass two men, one holding the other’s leg as he was half way down a gutter plucking coins that passer by’s have dropped but had the dignity to not fish out. A few seconds later, one of the men pulled the other out – he was covered in what could only be described as vestiges of grim and he was clutching a disgusting five dollar note.

You know you are living in a ghetto when you walk pass gangs of black youths in their cheap and awful gangster couture and then walk pass a group of white boys dressed all in their best black outfits emblazoned with Metallica across their backs.

You know you are living in a juvenile detention centre when you witness scores of young teenagers holding cans of VB while some poor fat kid, obviously the designated sober one in the group was forced to carry the box of VB.

You know you are living in an ethnic enclave when the cars that are parked along the street are all playing the same kind of ethnic music blasting from their cheap sound systems and cheaper motor vehicles.

You know you are living in a drought when the person next to you smells so putrid that you are forced to break into a sprint in expensive shoes to escape the stench.

You know you are crazy when you witness all of this within the immediate vicinity of the train station at night.

You know you are insane when you witness all of this within the space of 2 minutes as you are walking to the taxi stand.

You know you are mad when you still call this place home and accept it as part of living in the West.

posted by tykang @ 2/18/2006 01:04:00 PM