To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks: Real
Life Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature By Danny
Aponte of P.S 161
Chapter One: It was a dark and stormy knight of Jedi
journalism
I was practically ordered to move my disabled mother out of
her apartment and leave her furniture behind because we’re getting bunk beds.
How I can prove what’s happening to us in The South Bronx? Some will shout this
never happened like The Holocaust.
The new landlords have tried several illegal tactics to get
us out so they can charge thousands of $$ in rent to new tenants. I went to
several New York City agencies and experienced the indifference of several
office drones tired of same old tired complaints.
They do their jobs to pay their own rent in this Naked City
of 8.4 million people.
Should I report to the IRS on the offering of 8,000 dollars
in cash to get us to move out like mice to cheese in traps? Basically it can’t
even move us across the street to Ortiz’s Funeral Parlor. It cost more to rest
in peace than it does to live life.
In some cases, poor people are made to suffer long by
homelessness before they die quick in a city of illegal guns and roses that
purges children of all ages from welfare.
This is survival of the fittest? This is evolution of the
nature of the beast now rapidly eating away at the ceiling called The Ozone
Layer?
I don’t want to raise hatred toward Hasidim. They’re better
than previous landlords, Italians that, within a week of buying the building,
tried to burn everyone with gasoline in a town that, once upon a time, looked
like Europe after World War II. Children can’t turn off fires with tears, I
once wrote in the spirit of public service rejected by FDNY.
Open a bedroom window across a funeral parlor to sense ashes
of ashes that drifted miles away from Ground Zero and settled unreported over
The South Bronx of Captain America. Where are The Avengers, kids? Where was The
God of Moses when a survivor of a prison camp in Poland was thrown into a damp
pit and held ransom by his Dominican employees in New York City? Here then is a
story about 50 shades of Nazism or a lust for money. Where were you, Point Of
View or POV of Channel Thirteen?
How can I prove all this and prevent an elderly mother from
being forced into a death camp of a shelter which is what The South Bronx of
very low income actually is.
I have evidence and if all else fails, well, writing this is
just the beginning of painting a dark picture for the cities of the world. Evicting bad tenants proves to the staying
power of Earth. The next stop is to where all races are equal. Is this sound
and fury signifying The Perfect Democracy from the so-called City of Angels?
And The Oscar goes to…?
This is about bringing myself to judgment.
Patience just ran out
