Quentin Street Memories

So i just bought a townhome. I am still not settled in but i am working on it. So i traded in the westside for the eastside. its not quite a deluxe apartment in the sky but its all mine and i love it. but it is still a little bittersweet leaving my home for 2.5 years. the westside has a bad reputation, which i deserved in many respects but its big on character and characters.

i saw a group of brothas on horseback jaywalk and stop traffic both ways at 4pm during the week. and one of the guys was bold enough to talk shit with an unlit cigarette flapping between his lips with each syllable, looking like one of those loiterers outside the pool hall somewhere

i lived on a small street, there were only 4 houses on my side. of the five, my house was the only one that was crack or crackhead free. old grown rusty crackheads at that. now they did not cause trouble, other than illegally squatting in the house two doors down. and the fight between brother and sister in the front yard over some paltry amount of crack or money. i almost forgot about the lady banging onb the door one morning yelling for him to put the crackpipe down and open. i never found out why, but i can guess.

i saw a kid get knocked out MMA style at the bus stop, just two weeks ago. while stopped at the light, one kid jumped out a car and in a flurry of punches and a quick scoop, i saw feet fly in the air, then a little ground and pound. the aggressor jumped in the car and sped off. the attacked laying limp on the ground was out for maybe a whole 60 count. his friends who offered no help when he was getting attacked helped him up then supported him since his legs were jelly.

while getting take out for the Jamaican spot, we, my brother and I, saw a dude swipe a 24 pack of beer from the convenience store. he gets to the car and the getaway driver is 10 ft away talking to someone over a cigarette. before the driver can get to the car, the owner puts a gun to his head as he sits in the passenger seat and returns to work with this merchandise in tow.

i will surely miss those fine tellers and at BofA on Beaties Ford. They made me smile as I counted the pennies in my bank account every time I came past

i will miss that mean indian women at the local Subway. she was treacherous to everyone, employees and customers. one day, she this chick had words for her. She said one day somebody is going to shut up that mouth of yours. She left. i ordered. On my way back that same lady returned. I went to the car and both of them were alone. I did not turn around as i went to the car, it was not my business.

i will miss the cold winters and hot summers. good lawd, the temperature control in the house was non-existent. every room would vary in temp. by 8 degrees or so. i would sleep in different rooms according to seasons. my room was for fall, spring and summer since i upgraded those AC units, but the winters i slept in the living room or in the back rooms. it was brutal. how can you spend $150 a month in natural gas and still be cold.

i will ms Ms Barbara who was the block's CNN, nothing went down without passing through her ears