Why I Hate Lower Greenville In Dallas

SUBMITTED BY Red Meowmouth

I kept waking up on my friend's futon one night after a disastrous night at a bar; a loud kinky-haired guy from the bar had crashed in the hallway.

The light from downtown came through the blinds. Like a spotlight, I followed it to a fast moving noise - his hand moving swiftly up and down.

The kinky-haired freak was on his back. The hallway wall blocked his face. He couldn’t see that he had woken me up. He just kept on yankin’ it.

I often have to force myself to sleep after waking up from nightmares, so I was used to blocking bad thoughts. Screw this night in Lower Greenville.