I was born in Tacoma, I’ve lived on Capitol Hill for over 15 years, and I am well beyond beginning to fucking hate it.
Maybe I’m just getting old, but something about the weekend crowd has changed, especially the hot dog stands blasting droning music until 4 am.
It’s probably the homophobic slurs I hear on the sidewalks of the gayborhood, and it could be because cars are doing donuts at every intersection of Pike—seconds away from a police precinct—that endanger every pedestrian.
It could be the piles of littered trash, pizza, and hotdog shrapnel my dog attempts to devour every Saturday and Sunday morning while I skip past the streams of vomit and piss our neighborhood’s lovely visitors leave behind.
But I probably should just suck it up and deal with it because that’s what I’ve “chosen” by trying to live where I work.
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