My gangsta cred
Last night I was at a poker game in Auburn down off A street, well within the borders of "da hood." Anyway, while folding a 9 deuce offsuit, a mere four doors down, a gun fight broke out. The boys in blue where there within seconds, and sometime later more gun fire, not sure how that was. And I was standing there, as though it were no big deal. So...I guess the moral of the story is to not live in the hood. Come to think of it, probably best not be sitting in a garage with a bunch of middle age men hold a wad of cash in the hood either.
Damn, I coulda been killed.
Damn, I coulda been killed.