Snitch-free

There are many reasons why I am happy to work at night. It usually involves the fact that there’s nothing on television. Last night proved to be correct. Three shows (The Black Carpet, The Daily Show and Jimmy Kimmel) had on the same topic: snitching. I really didn’t need to see Anderson Cooper interview Cam’ron three times last night about how he’d move if he lived next to a serial killer but would not tell the police. Nor could I use the stereotype being thrown in my face that blacks would rather die or leave well enough alone before calling the cops.

Maybe I’m mad about this because of the fact that last week my mother called me at work twice to tell me that the next-door neighbor had his stereo blasting and was dancing and talking to himself in the hallway. I told her to call management and the cops, but she refused. Instead, she decided to bug me at work. If she doesn’t want to do anything about it, then she ought to learn to appreciate reggae at loud volumes.

Thanks to popular culture, I will never live in peace, just in fear and deafness.

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