Picture it: New York City, 2009, 34th Street and Broadway. I'm walking to the D train as I try to explain to The Scratcher why my inability to bypass the Mrs. Fields cookie shop really isn't my fault, I overhear.....
"But see me, I never robbed nobody who was regular. I only robbed drug dealers. Why I would rob you and you gotta go to work and get a check? I may as rob the Ni**a who ain't doing nothing for the community anyway!"
And yes, the person he was talking to was nodding in agreement and delivering the obligatory "Yep. Yep. That's right."
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