Dunkin Donuts or Dunkin Dimwits?

We'll see. I am thrilled to see a new store in Trenton. I'm even more thrilled that it occupied an already standing empty retail establishment and I'm completely on my knees thanking God that it is a Dunkin Donuts. I love their coffee and their donuts are good too.

What I like about Dunkin Donuts is it is the workin man's donut shop. No Wifi, no fancy music, no stupid name for their beverages and no burnt coffee. Dunkin Donuts rocks.

On my first visit I spoke with, I believe, the owner. I noticed there were no tables and he assured me they were on the way. I told him that my wife and I would be visiting as soon as they get them in. He then told me that half of the store would be a convenience store. I guess that's okay.

I purchased my coffee and bagel with cream cheese and of course an old fashioned donut and I was on my way. That was yesterday.

The other thing I noticed yesterday in the parking lot behind the D&D there were a few beer cans just tossed in a pile with some Chinese food containers. I thought,"Well that will get cleaned up."

This morning I was in need of more D&D and I parked my car and the same beer cans were laying on the ground.

So when I completed my purchase I mentioned to the woman behind the counter, who appeared to be in charge, and quite possibly could be the wife of the owner, "Hey just wanted you to know there are a bunch of beer cans that sitting in the parking lot. They have been there for a couple of days."

She looked at me and said, "Yeah there is a broken bottle out there on the street in front of the store too." I looked and sure enough there was.

To which I replied, "People don't like to come to places that look rundown, and litter does not look good." She smiled, looked through me and said, "We are working on it."

I answered, "Well you're not doing a very good job."

I really hope that the Chinese Restaurant and the D&D get their act together and clean up around their property. If they don't I won't be going there anymore, and I'm sure many other people will lose interest, too.

I guess, don't work on it. Just do it. Pick that litter up. This is your business. People are not going to walk over broken glass for a donut, and if they see enough refuse and beer cans they might just not want to park their car in your parking lot. Why? Because people who drink beer in the open in a Dunkin Donuts parking lot generally are not good people and if you see cockroach refuse, the cockroaches are not very far away.

So please, please, please Mr. D&D on the corner of Olden and Hamilton, at the old "Cook's Glass" business, please clean up your corner.

With love and cream and sugar,
G Spot out!

I hate the heat! Man do I hate that shit!

I'm watching TV and I see that there is unrest in an African country. They show all these wild-eyed crazed lunatics running through the streets screaming. Sorry I was looking out the window, that's Trenton.

On TV there are these wild-eye crazed lunatics running through the streets screaming. It is some African country. They've killed like one million of each other and it's still not enough. No wait that's America. My apologies, I'll get it right soon.

On BBC there are these wild-eyed crazed lunatics running through the streets screaming, in some African country. There are bodies everywhere. It is out of control.

And guess what?

IT IS REALLY FUCKING HOT!!

People say it's politics, or religon, or hunger. I say sometimes people are just really fucking HOT! It's like, "HOLY FUCK IT'S HOT. I'm going to kill someone if it does not cool down. Your body heat offends me. DIE DIE DIE.

I understand. My favorite time of the year is the nice cool fall. Which is now sometime in December thanks to Global Warming.

I mean there are days I just want to scream FUCK!!!!! and I do. Because it is so FUCKING HOT! I've been screaming FUCK a lot lately but it does not seem to help.

The highest temperature every recorded in New Jersey (110) where I live now, or New York(108) where I used to live, or Toronto(105) where I lived for 10 years, or on Monaghan Road in Peterborough(96) where I used to used to live.

This temperature makes me really mad. Not enough to kill but I could likely beat someone silly because of it.

I was always a bit of a grump and a baby. But since moving to New Jersey, which looks to beat my younger years highest temp by about 14 degrees, I've gotten much grumpier. My poor wife listens to my whining all the time.

I cry like a baby, "It's so hot. It's too hot. It's killing me."

To which she answers "It is summer."

Not my summer.

Okay this is not all about me, well it is really but let's pretend for minute. I feel bad for all those Mofo's over in those hot African countries.

Like: Libya Highest recorded temperature (135.9)

FUCK!

Hoooaaa. I feel hot just thinking about it.

Does Libya have any problems. I think so. Why?

It is way too fucking hot.

And what is with the .9.
I was already on a murderous rampage at 135.
The .9 just adds to the body count.

I was watching TV the other night about how the penguins are suffering. Fuck the penguins, I'm suffering here, right now. Someone had better make a big ice machine and get things back in order or order up a large helping of body bags.

Funny writing this actually made me feel cooler. Screaming fuck does not. I shall write more and scream fuck less. Which should make everyone happier.

FUCK !
THE HEAT
FUCK!

Sorry it is too hot to be polite!

G SPOT on the REALHOT OUT!

Sometimes People Don't know any Better

Last weekend I walked out my side door, because a truck had been idling for an inordinate amount of time next to the house and diesel fumes were filling our upstairs.

I looked to the right and there sitting under a tree on the street was a NJ Transit Tard Cart (the short bus.) Just as I headed toward it, the engine shut off. I proceeded to walk around the bus picking up the typical pieces of litter that get casually dropped by most who travel through these parts: chip bags, glass bottles, freezies, and all other assorted types of shit. The guy in the bus got out and said hi to me, in fact, he said even said good morning and extended his hand, and said "My name is Tim." I shook his hand, told him my name and continued to clean up my hood. He took a sip from his big can of Red Bull and walked away toward the corner.

I noticed that he was talking to another fellow who was driving a big SUV. Then I heard the familiar rattle of a large can as it landed on the street corner not 20 feet from me. I was a little flabbergasted. While I know it is not personal, would you not think Tim would have carefully set it down, or tossed it somewhere it would not attract my immediate attention? Especially since he had watched me picking up litter.

I'd had it. I was not angry, just tired and irritated. So I went over and picked up the can, and his friend noticed me. I thought, oh boy, rumble time.

I then said to Tim, "Hey, what's up with this, dude?" He turned quickly and said, "Sorry. I was aiming for the sewer."* To which I answered, "That will just clog up the sewer." I added, "I'm from Canada this kind of stuff does not often happen."

The guy in the SUV happily offered, "Yeah, I went to Toronto, and it is clean there, man. What the fuck is wrong with us? This is all fucked up. Why do we have to do this? He's right."

No, he was not being sarcastic. He actually agreed.

Tim then reached out for the can in my hand. I said, "Don't worry about it, dude. I got it. You're not the only one, look at the street." The street was covered in litter. I added, "I'm not trying to give you a hard time. Everyone does it. But maybe you could try to put it in a garbage can next time?"

He wished me a nice day and I moved on. Nothing funny here. Just a thought. I think they actually felt kind of bad, and they might just think about it next time they throw litter. It probably won't stop them, but they will think about it. Sometimes it is the thought that counts.

G SPOT on the LitterDownLow!


*I do, however, like the fact that he was aiming for the sewer. I guess close counts in the Litter Toss. Where is the logic in that response?

A Tale of Two Trentonians

My wife and I are sitting in our little backyard, that sits adjacent to a reasonably busy intersection. It is a beautiful holiday Monday, and a few of the neighbors are having guests over for a barbecue.

I'm enjoying a nice cold beer, Chrissy who is pregnant, is admiring my nice cold beer and drinking an iced tea or something of that nature. We can hear a group of people talking loudly on the other side of the street. I just can't believe how beautiful the day is. I'm really not too good at relaxing, not sure why, I think I have restless ass syndrome. But on that day, I was getting used to the chair, in the backyard, and the cold beer in my hand.

I had just been out to the local thrift store and had an odd experience. A young black gentleman who works at the thrift store is usually quite friendly and always says hello. Not so, on this day. This day I looked at him, and was about to say hello, and he gave me the "I don't talk to crackers" look. Then I realized there were a couple of new young guys working with him. Well, thugs really. They were walking around like they owned it and tossing stuff everywhere, and giving menacing looks.

He did not want them to think he was uncool. No harm to me, I can take it. Peer pressure is a bitch and does not make any sense. I was discussing this with Chrissy, when suddenly I see a beer bottle coming over our fence and landing a couple of feet from us. It was tossed pretty hard, so I knew it came from the other side of the street. My wife is pregnant, so I feel protective, and most of our yard is covered in slate, except, luckily, where the beer bottle landed.

Before that bottle stopped rolling I was out of my seat and through the back gate. I didn't know what to expect. One person, a gang, whatever. I was pissed.

Then this skinny young black dude, who is about 25 years old runs up to me and, gets right in my space, inches from my face, and says, "It was me, I apologize like a man!"

I said, "What the fuck did you, what the fuck?!" I was barely coherent and wanted to kill him.
I said, "My wife is pregnant." He turned and he apologized to her, and he actually seemed to mean it.

Then he leaned into me more aggressively and said "I'm apologizing like a man."

Translation: "Who the fuck are you getting mad at me for throwing trash in your backyard in broad daylight. The world is my trashcan and if you say another word about it, I'll fuck you up."

I was dumbfounded: his stance and tone did not match his words, but he did utter them, so I shook his hand and said, "All right. I don't get it but all right."

He had been standing with one of my neighbors, who apologized too. For real. He was stunned I think.

Then I went back in our backyard and I retrieved the beer bottle and I gave it back to Mr. Aggresso. He just stared at me, so his friend took the bottle. I wanted him to know that his apology was horseshit.

That the tale of my first Trentonian.

And here's the tale of my second Trentonian:

Next door to us there was a wonderful Spanish family. Quiet, pleasant, polite, thoughtful, and well, normal. They just did their thing and didn't bother anyone.

A couple of weeks ago they had a baby shower on a Saturday. The party started around 5 pm. Around 8pm I noticed a number of the party kids close to our bushes at the side of the house. I went out and found reeking puddles of urine everywhere. I was not too happy about that.

I made my way next door and found my neigbor, the soon-to-be father. And I said, "Hey buddy, I don't mean to be a jerk, but can you please ask everyone to have their kids stop peeing on my bushes?"

He looked at me and said, "No problem. I'm sorry. Would you like some food?"

Would I like some food? I had been smelling that awesome food since the night before when they started cooking. Before I could answer, he had handed me a heaping plate of steaks and rice.

Another fellow offered me a beer. Chrissy was thrilled with the food, as she described (among other things) in her blog.

So, who would you rather have in your neighborhood, Trentonian #1, or Trentonian #2?

Trenton is fucked the fuck up! I pray that it gets better.

Pretty much any day or night, I see/hear/pick up broken glass, thanks to the neighborhood thugs who smash their booze bottles. I hear their thug music pounding up and down the street, and I listen to them scream and yell and set off firecrackers and ride dirt bikes and ATV's. These wasters do nothing for our neighborhood, or society in general, but most of the other neighbors and parents of these wasters just turn a blind eye.

Now back to the baby shower night, I had at least 3 neighbors tell me that they called about the noise around 11pm, the noise being the music from the baby shower. In fact the dispatcher told them at least 15 people had called.

Why don't these people call when the wasters are creating havoc?

Well, all those who called to complain about the music should be happy as our wonderful Spanish neighbors have moved. They decided one night to have a party and celebrate the arrival of a new life, and a bunch of people in the neighborhood kicked them in the balls. And fuckin' hard too.

Priorities here are fucked.

I'm tired of the stupid neighbors with the stupid priorities, and I'm even more tired of the stupid wasters. So, to all of you, you are on notice: this cracker is watching you.

G SPOT ON THE DOWNHIGH OUT!