"Ybors dangerous. Ybors dirty." Well guess what, fuckface, I think youre dirty. And when youre texting on your iPhone while driving your Beamer around Hyde Park, youre pretty dangerous yourself. Im not gonna lie: I was out at Gbar one night many months ago, and my best friend who is a heterosexual male, by the way was leaving the club. Instead of being a good friend and walking him back to his car, I let him walk by himself. I mean, no big deal right? He walked down an alley to take a piss and was jumped dick in hand. The punks didnt steal anything - they just beat him down and left him. So, yeah, Ybor can be a bit dangerous, so heres a lesson: walk in groups at night, and dont pee in the street. Done.
Ybor is also fucking fascinating. Walking down the street on any given night is like watching a movie with hundreds of characters. And when I say characters, I mean characters. I always tell people that I can feel my ethnicity change depending on what part of Seventh Avenue Im walking down.
I fucking love that about Ybor. You can hear T-Pain and Taylor Swift within ten steps of each other. Then there are the hole-in-the-wall bars that are more fun than any establishment with a strict dress code: ladies tits out, short skirts, tall shoes. If youre wearing a perfume that is made by a celebrity (excluding Sarah Jessica Parker and Elizabeth Taylor I just dont see it being their market) then you get extra points. Guys your shirts must have some sort of bedazzling, embroidery, or embellishment. Your hair must be spiky or cut low with clean edges. Again, celebrity fragrances are a plus, and sunglasses inside are pretty much a home run. Really, Im not that much of a hater -- I need to shake my ass as much as anyone else -- but I prefer the places that I can go meet people and have conversations.
I just moved to Ybor not too long ago, and Im still discovering its awesomeness. Walking the street in the daytime feels like youre walking through a movie set: the look and feel of the buildings, the little boutiques, tattoo shops, bars, record stores, people with pets eating pizza al fresco it just feels alive. The other day I decided that Id walk the unbeaten path and went down every back alleyway I could find. The results surprised me.
Graffiti is prevalent in any city; especially a busy, cultural city. Im not going to say that the street art I found in the back alleys was particularly pleasing to the eye, but it was attractive in another way. If I had to estimate, Id say that 82 percent of the art I saw had a positive message attached to it. You call it defacing government property, I call it inspiration. And it didnt end with the spray can. Ybor is home to many creative types: artists, musicians, and people that just want to say something. There are these stickers I found around the city that are obviously done by the same person. Theyre all hand-written or stenciled images on white postal labels. The first one I ever saw said Polar bears are highly irresponsible animals. It was so random and hilario
us. Then I started seeing these stickers all over the place.So, yes, maybe there is some crime. And, yes, there are some homeless people -- one in particular that I see all the time wearing the same dirty business coat, with four years of mat clumped on his head, that I feel may secretly be Jesus -- but what city doesnt have those things? Maybe we should just listen to the hoodlums a bit more and start doing something about it rather than shitting on the city for thriving. Or you can just Google how to avoid a bum on your Windows-capable cell phone.