Baltimore

Glass House

WE said WE would be better. WE would never become caricatures and outsized personalities that ooze braggadocio with each self-reported event WE attend. WE said WE’d be transparent, but not “transparent”. Our lies are broadcast unbeknownst to us, because WE’re fooling ourselves. So many of us have become strangers to our own entities, instead settling for becoming those WE have silently judged and deemed as inferior and savage.

WE said WE would never become That. WE would never share That situation, That dilemma, and That moment of WEakness. Never us, WE said. WE WEre staunch in our assertions, too. WE know, if presented with the same situation, That would never be us. Variables, be damned. That… THAT right there… could never be me, WE, or us.

WE said only God could judge any of us, right? Yet WE mock, ridicule, and shake our heads. WE know an entire relationship, financial situation, and mindset from our few glimpses, right? Their turbulence would have been our perfect calm, right? Better yet, their obstacles would have never presented themselves in the first place, right?

Of course, That would never happen in our perfect microcosms. Of course WE can talk about what WE would have done differently, because how could That ever be us? WE aren’t perfect- WE know that- but WE know certain things will never come hurdling our way…

…Until This happened. WE don’t know how WE lost our cool, our composure, or our head, but WE did and now WE need you to know how isolated this event was.

But This isn’t That; That was so much worse because WE deemed it as such. Please don’t lump This with That. WE didn’t mean to do This, to say This, to have This play out. Clearly, That is completely different, and how dare you for thinking otherwise. WE would never do That, because That isn’t human, nor is it just a terrible lapse of judgment. That is never okay; This is a mistake, and WE need to forgive and forget it all. That should never be okay and WE will never let them forget, ever. This is just a typo in an otherwise brilliantly written biography.

WE said WE would be better. WE would never become caricatures and outsized personalities that ooze braggadocio with each self-reported event WE attend. WE said WE’d be transparent, but not “transparent”. Our lies are broadcast unbeknownst to us, because WE’re fooling ourselves too. So many of us have become strangers to our own entities, instead settling for becoming those WE have silently judged and deemed as inferior. WE could never be That, nor could they ever be This.

A.J. Armstrong is the creator of The Fly Hobo and His World of Oddities

TAoTFH Part II: The Return Home

The Fly Hobo

“You see…to live is to suffer. To survive…well, that’s to find meaning in the suffering.”

“WELCOME TO CLEVELAND, BITCH!”

DMX had to be talking about the people that live in this city. As nice as they are, there’s no reason they should be living like this. Downtown Cleveland had me fooled; it wasn’t the most skyscraper-laden city I’ve ever seen but it fed me optimism about what I would see when I ventured past these few large buildings. Downtown Cleveland is a horrible liar.

There’s a North Coast here…that leads to a lake. A lake, homey. A lake. Regular ass people with no edges can make lakes. There’s not even a beach there; there’s a body of water that’s cut off by rocks or a beaver dam or a pile of sticks or something-I don’t know, really-that doesn’t let boats venture out away from this terrible place. It’s like they acknowledge it took a miracle to get people to live here and they can’t risk losing a single taxpayer. Now I get the “Crossroads” video; that wasn’t the angel of death that kept taking Clevelanders’ lives; it was a recruiter from Happyland taking selected folks from the nothingness to anywhere else, USA.

I almost bought a Johnny Football jersey, though. Party Boy Manziel is the post-LeBron hope these people seem to tie their laurels to. The audacity of hope is what makes good dreams great and great dreams billion dollar corporations; Cleveland hope is an 8-8 football season. I’m not poking fun; I’m just stating facts that you’re free to refute. The old Cleveland Browns moved to Baltimore, drafted Ray Lewis and Ed Reed, won two Super Bowls, and made us all forget that Baltimore is still the worst place I-95 could ever take us. But you all have Johnny. Poor Johnny. That money dance is going to offend a lot of people here, I’ll bet.

I didn’t want to leave DC but I felt I had to. Every shift from the black, white, and gray Sobiato sweatsuits to the red H&M skinny jeans nudged me to this point. Each gentrified neighborhood and random condominium construction ate at my love for a place I never planned to defend so fiercely. When did D.C. become a destination city for young people? I get it now; everyone wants to move here because there are places like Cleveland, Ohio. The people are really nice and helpful-don’t misconstrue what I’m saying-the city itself has just given up. Clevelanders deserve better. I thought the fire on Lake Erie was a hilarious accident. Naw, son…naw. That oil was running away from the city and I kind of don’t blame it at all.

“Welcome to Baltimore-Washington International Airport.”

I tried to run to an obscure place but couldn’t. Going back to Atlanta would reunite me with so many of you college douchebags, I sometimes regret lamenting to people I was born there. I’ll resign to living in Uptown D.C. and smirk at the hoards of people clamoring to live in this expensive, arrogant, bougie (that’s how I spell it. To hell with your comments) city. I will learn to deal with seeing white folk walking their dogs down H Street at 9:00 PM without a care in the world. I guess I’ll get used to seeing the Cordas being torn down, leaving its residents to relocate to Southern P.G. County. Whatever. I’m here and I’m the prince of this city; I tried to leave but…I went to Cleveland. You’d love your city, too.

A.J. Armstrong is the motherf*cking Prince of Washington, DC. He’s also the creator of The Fly Hobo and His World of Oddities. He now prays daily for Clevelanders; you shouldn’t have to live like that at all