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Re: 5 Truths, 1 Lie — Backstories

Once again from the archives, the answers.

Only one person offered a guess this time… what’s up with that?

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All right, since enough time has passed since I made this post, I thought I'd publicly reveal the full truth about them.

(Whattya know, no one pointed out I only told four truths!  I appreciate that you participated and thought it was fun, though.)
1.  About the downstairs neighbor running a brothel– yep, that one's true, although I usually get a few shocked reactions when I tell the story.  It wasn't exactly a nice place to be– our landlady at the time had moods that changed on a dime.  She also took the liberty to explain to our public housing specialist that a past tenant felt the need to streak around the parking lot buck naked.
Besides this story, the county sheriff's department staked out the complex, even knocking on our door and asking us questions about some neighbors.  I was so embarassed when my sister said our fourplex was…

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Re: 5 Truths, 1 Lie– The Missing Item & The Bonus

I found out recently that I had an answer post to this meme, that was also in the archives with the original post I reblogged.

Since I rather liked Aussa’s idea of splitting answers out to two posts, I’m going to start with answer to the sixth item (that I edited in), and the answer to the “bonus” item that appeared in a few Community blogs.

6. Crime and wild children at the apartment complex

True.  This was at a low-income apartment complex, just across the street from a local middle school.  There is something about poverty that brings trouble and cops, like wolves at the door.  My mother was opposed to us living here.  She said she figured the place would go ghetto in about another 10 years.  Granted, it was likely nothing like a real inner-city ghetto, and one of our early neighbors said as much.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have the heart to tell him that perhaps his kids were inviting some of the trouble– like the burglary of their unit.

The kids were indeed wild.  My father tried to be friendly to some of them on one of the days we were moving out, but the manager said flatly, “Don’t bother.  They may be nice to your face, but as soon as you turn around, they’ll say ‘Fuck you.'”

Bonus: False accusations of rape

True.  Please see my comment on Women, rape and restoration… at Kenneth Justice’s blog.  It was most definitely a physical relationship.  I would write more… but it’s too personal right now.