so heres how SF's time in the streets went....
SF: hey boys if we're going to this party tonight we should bring some weed. my friend Jamal from my social justice class sells weed on Jamaica Ave.
candy asses: Gulp, Jamaica Ave!!!??? are you serious we could get kkkkkilled.
SF: relax, I grew up on the streets. i know how to handle this. Crips used to go to my high school.
candy asses: yeah but your parents sold the house and you moved to Staten Island the next day.
SF: shut up! thats not the point. I know what Im doing. Jamals my main man. I hang out with him all the time.
a few minutez later on Jamaica Ave.....
SF: hey check out those girls over there. they're pretty hot.
candy asses: oh I wouldnt mess with them if I were you. that one is dating a real bad ass from Detroit.
SF: (getting more frustrated) stop it. how many times do i have to tell you Im a product of the streets.
candy passes:(in unison) yeah yeah yeah... we know.
a few minutes later....
SF: hey look theres my boy Jamal.
SF what up Jamal, can I get a dime bag?
Jamal: shut the fuck up white boy! dont ever use my real fucking name when im doing work. thats 20 bucks.
SF: but i asked for a dime bag.
Jamal: i said give me 20 then get the fuck out of here.
SF: OK buddy rwenty it is. thanks, see you monday at class.Thanks again.
later at the party
SF: so like I was telling you my hood is hard as fuck. i hangout on Jamaica Ave all the time.
lolololololo hahahahaha lolololololo......
sorry dude I didnt recognize you wsrent one to be triffled with. My apologies. forgive me please next time I wont makes so many false assumptions.
I've never smoked marijuana a day in my life. I always considered smoking to be something grotesque.
Thus, your story is not even remotely close.
Beakdoctor: Yo, man, I grew up in detroit. I got mad street credit.
Guy: But, you grew up in the good area of detroit.
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Guy: What have you experienced?
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Guy: Um, I know of that shooting and it was a bibigun.
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Guy: Yeah, that didn't happen. I heard that your friend got his wallet picked and the guy ran.
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Guy: I know the guy that robbed you. He approached you, pushed you to the ground and stole your wallet.
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Guy: So, basically, all of these minor events that have happened to you, have happened to a lot of inner city kids. Great!!
Beakdoctor: YO, DETROIT, DETROIT, DETROIT!!