You saw the YouTube video of my bleach hurling neighbor. I interpreted the event as evidence of racism, or indicative of how people act towards those society rejects, like people with records. Many of you saw the video. You listened to the lady’s drunken rambling and you saw something else. You reported that you witnessed sexual tension. You said you noted a preoccupation with what I might be doing. You commented that you heard an underlying sadness in the lady’s laments because she was excluded. Many of you asked: are we lovers? Were we lovers? Is she more than a drunk–is she also a woman scorned?
NOT THAT THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT
No. To reiterate. No, we are not,were not, lovers. I have never had a woman for a lover. If I ever meet a woman who will change my life, she won’t have anything in common with the neighbor.