Awakened by a loud stereo, I sauntered down to the computer, here, at the Marshal House. I felt like checking on my stats. I wish I had not. They were down. Terribly down. I sat at the screen and stared at it. I wondered if it was a
I wondered if talking about past drug use turned people off. I wondered if speaking out about drug sales and usage in certain places offended people. I hope it did
not. I believe those institutions do not want that type of activity in their buildings. Somebody had to tell them. Don't shoot the messenger. Listen to the message. It is running rampant and it is hurting alot of people. I hopw they discover it.
I had a walk with a man from my neighborhood yesterday. He showed me all of the hidden secrets of Skid Row-the secret drug places, etc. We also walked to the Grand Central Market. It was bustling with activity. Musicians played to entertain the shoppers. It was great. The prices were great as well. I took a good look at the prices.
Everybody knows that, in ghettos across America, prices are high. I have never seen prices as high as they are in Skid Row. Everything is higher on Skid Row than every where else. You can go two blocks west, just two blocks, and the prices will be significantly lower for the same item. I know that the rent is more expensive per square foot as you go west. Why are the prices so much higher.
Even within Skid Row, you can go to one store and buy two items where, down the street, the price for the same items, will only allow you to buy one. DOUBLE THE PRICE. You use the store where you can purchase two items as the standard. Then go west and you can buy double the amount of items there. So, depending on where you go, you will be able to purchase between one and four units of the same good.
There is something wrong where, residents, of the poorest community in the country,
can be gouged so badly in the pocketbook. The only place worse than Skid Row is in jail where the price of coffee is 5 times higher than what you would pay in a store, even a Skid Row store.
I took a look at these prices because in the last few years, I shopped for my mother, at least twice a week. I think that is what started me on the saving money kick. Actually, it was everything, a horizontally integrated awareness and input that was occuring. I was working out and I was shopping. I was shocked at how high prices had increased since I shopped regularly in the past. I took great pride in learning how to shop. I had to be patient. Patience was something that I developed while I was training and while I was learning how to write. It takes patience to write things in detail- descriptive, productive and constructive detail.
I thought I was doing ok down here until I went to the Grand Central Market. It was fun and I was thankful that my frend took me there, not only for the prices but for something else--he enabled me to remember how it felt to go shopping for my mother 3 or 4 times a week and learn to really enjoy it and really economize.
Good morning world. I love you.