ha u climbed up a balcony, nice. my super who lived in the cellar and never actually left the cellar told me he had a rope and if i found a strong person to lower me down the airsharf (from the roof to my 4th floor apartment) or dangle a kid on a rope and open my bedroom window.. but i didnt that would be a good idea.
jessi, I don’t know the details about how he first came up but in 2007, he and his brother and mother went back. I visited him for 2 1/2 weeks in late 2007. He and his brother came back up in 2008. They came over the border in Nogales, AZ and then were driven to Phoenix and then flew to LA and then flew to NYC. It cost them all of about $2,500 to do so. I think there’s a hierarchy of how Mexicans (and all other SA & LA illegals) get into the US (they all have to go through Mexico, obviously).
The really poor either run over the border or are crammed into some truck or something. The more money you have, the easier and better is the trip. His family is the richest in Ixcamilpa and the only family with a 2 storey house and real windows, because he and his brothers and sisters have been here a long time.
He told me a funny story. When he and his brothers first came here, they were working so hard and sending so much money (relatively speaking) to little Ixcamilpa that the other townspeople thought they must be involved in drugs.
I think that the furniture extortion racket so shocks and surprises and upsets people that they don’t know what to do. They want their stuff and these characters have their belongings and start referring to some fictious line on a 15 page contract which is bogus. I have an answer to that:
Call 911.
A robbery in progress. Because that is what it is.
I used to occasionally lock myself out of my place on the third and top floor of an apartment building when I live out-of-state. The elderly woman who lived below me would then receive a visit from me, and while chatting, I’d casually go out on her balcony and then climb up to my own. I think she kind of thought it was funny.
She’d often invite down to watch O’Reilly and she always had PBR in the fridge.
JB, it was a pack of 4 tall model-looking girls. the hungry eyes locked on and it took over the decision making.
ha u climbed up a balcony, nice. my super who lived in the cellar and never actually left the cellar told me he had a rope and if i found a strong person to lower me down the airsharf (from the roof to my 4th floor apartment) or dangle a kid on a rope and open my bedroom window.. but i didnt that would be a good idea.
*rob*
jessi, I don’t know the details about how he first came up but in 2007, he and his brother and mother went back. I visited him for 2 1/2 weeks in late 2007. He and his brother came back up in 2008. They came over the border in Nogales, AZ and then were driven to Phoenix and then flew to LA and then flew to NYC. It cost them all of about $2,500 to do so. I think there’s a hierarchy of how Mexicans (and all other SA & LA illegals) get into the US (they all have to go through Mexico, obviously).
The really poor either run over the border or are crammed into some truck or something. The more money you have, the easier and better is the trip. His family is the richest in Ixcamilpa and the only family with a 2 storey house and real windows, because he and his brothers and sisters have been here a long time.
He told me a funny story. When he and his brothers first came here, they were working so hard and sending so much money (relatively speaking) to little Ixcamilpa that the other townspeople thought they must be involved in drugs.
I think that the furniture extortion racket so shocks and surprises and upsets people that they don’t know what to do. They want their stuff and these characters have their belongings and start referring to some fictious line on a 15 page contract which is bogus. I have an answer to that:
Call 911.
A robbery in progress. Because that is what it is.
M4L – I think it’s pretty hilarious that you had Greek food for lunch just because you were following unsuspecting women.
I used to occasionally lock myself out of my place on the third and top floor of an apartment building when I live out-of-state. The elderly woman who lived below me would then receive a visit from me, and while chatting, I’d casually go out on her balcony and then climb up to my own. I think she kind of thought it was funny.
She’d often invite down to watch O’Reilly and she always had PBR in the fridge.
m4l: i just wound up eating the pizza cold cuz there was only spinach left and i dont like warm spinach.
*rob*
DH, that’s why you give a spare key to one of those intimidating HOT neighbors. no exposure with that decision – except maybe the “good” exposures
Brooklyn Terminal Market is also fantastic for xmas trees.