oh dear
I know
I know
give me your hand
now look me in the eye ‘cause there is no easy way to say this…..
Yes, you paid several hundred of thousands of dollars for a small house in Shaw and there are crackheads hanging out on your porch…
shhhhhhhhhhhhh
no, no, dear
don’t speak
Yes, your real estate agent lied to you. Said the area is cleaning up and that the liquor store was closing and the bums would follow. Yes. Lies. Maybe, one day the liquor store will go, but not tomorrow, maybe not next year. Then again, one day it might stock a really good wine. Right next to the Thunderbird.
You feel cheated, yes, I know.
All your friends back at the office don’t have to hear gunshots at night.
But listen to me.
no listen
You go back to work with your head held high and you proudly tell those weak lily livered suburban wusses that you live in da hood. You are strong and brave. They wouldn’t last 10 seconds walking down your street. Upon seeing one of Shaw’s surly looking teenagers they’d run with their tails between their legs crying for their mommies.
There did I see a smile?
A little itty bitty smile?
Yes.
Now I want you to go home and make your plot your image of how Shaw should be.
From the alley to the sidewalk, make it yours, all yours, and let no one make you feel like you don’t belong.
There’s no better cheap thrill than taking a suburban friend over to the Bulletproof KFC at N. Cap and Florida for the first time.
Nathan,
What is it with you and the bullet proof KFC? Why not just take your friends to the Methadone McDonald’s on New York Ave?
MM,
This is one of my favorite posts ever. Thanks.
Ha! The liquor stores were one of the perks for me 🙂 However, my joy quickly changed to despair as I went to the one on the corner of 4th & Florida this Saturday around 10pm, & found it closed. WTF?
People, use initials or I’ll delete anon comments if I’m in a bad mood, and guess what….
Walking from 5th street to my local popeyes I can turn down crack several times, but you know what…I will buy that bicycle for 20 bucks..fuck it, mine got stolen when I moved here last year, so I don’t mind my contribution to crime this time.
Please avoid certain words. The web mistress is a prudish librarian gets flustered at the sight of ungenteel language. Or just look at the comment policy.
Comment not deleted because I’m in a fair to good mood.