In an earlier post, I mentioned that a couple of people said how much Marxy and I look alike. Isolated incident. (What truly haunts me is the man on Abbot Kinney who said we were old souls who had known each other a long time. I might believe in such things, but I knew he was full of shit. I love him dearly, but I shudder to think we're soulmates. That's too romantic for a Marxist.)
A. and I were often distressed about how our neighbors rarely spoke to us. Sometimes they downright ignored us, like on the single occasion I came home at the same time as the guys who lived downstairs, said, Hey! and was promptly ignored, followed by a quickly shut door.
But you know, they might be rich conservatives or something. Anyway, one day I saw another neighbor walking to his car as well, I said hello (why bother) and he said, Hey! I haven't seen you or your brother in awhile.
Excuse me? He thinks the Marxist is my brother!?
Well, now I can totally understand why my neighbors don't talk to us. Because they think we are incestuously enjoying rent-control right in their very apartment complex! Oh and also, they are all so fucking stupid to think we are related. I'm glad we never conversed.
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