Words are dreams come true like nightmares

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