Velociworld

Lest Ye Doubt

Acidman and I have had an undercurrent of incompatibility over the whole shinizzle thing. I can appreciate Rob's dismissal of hip hop culture, and whitey's cavalier amusement with such. F'ar enough, as they say in the hollers of West Virginia, down by the Greenbrier.

I will submit this, though: I bought a house on Memorial Drive in Atlanta in 1981. $19,000. I was going to get the jump on the gentrification yuppies by going four blocks south of their wildest dreams. Well, I succeeded.

The Bride and I were the only white folk in a three square mile area. Gentrification stopped three blocks north at the Stop n Cop. South, east, and west were Indian Territory. I had fuckers free-basing in my crawl space (the CIA hadn't invented crack yet, nor spread it to the east coast), screwheads breaking into my house and stealing my pistols, threats of rape and bodily damage on a daily basis.

My next door neighbors on both sides were awesome. But even they were compelled to say, after six months, "KC, you have to get the fuck out of here. You ain't welcome. Your wife is, you ain't. I can only keep the wolves off so long."

And so my blighted experiment in Social Justice, and Assimilation, came a cropper. I moved to 6th Place, near Piedmont Park, to a brick condo, with association fees. It was very stuffy after flailing foodstamps at the Food Giant cashier, though, so I moved back to Savannah shortly thereafter. Reagan Recession story. And much more.

That house on Memorial Drive was later a crack house, then a fire victim.

My whole point being, Rob, I can play shinizzle. Been there, done it, ripped off the t shirt. And I know the difference between joke, and reality.