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Monday, August 11, 2008

The Clueless Ghetto

I have a question.

I need your help.

I’m trying to find my way.

Do you know where I’m talking about?

Yeah man.

I know where you’re talking about.

Just go down the street.

You can’t miss it.

I knock on the door.

“You’re looking for who?

Man…what chu doin’ ova here?

you betta get out a here

before somebody blows you away.”

Officer, can you help me?

I’m trying to find my way.

“Uh…I’m on my beat.

I can’t leave.

I’m filling in for a buddy of mine.

I don’t usually work this side of town.

Sorry.

Try one of the cabbies.”

Hey taxi! Taxi!

Can you help me out?

I’m trying to find my way.

“Man…you hail me for this?

What’s your problem?

You expect me to just put on brakes,

pull over,

and tell you what you want to know?”

“You know how much it costs me each year,

just to drive a cab in New York City?

I’m on my way to Brooklyn.

Take a hike.

Try the grocery store on the corner.”

Thanks. I will.

Where’s your manager?

“He’s in the back. Don’t go back there though.

We just got robbed last week.

He’s got a gun.

Police told him to carry it.”

Hey manager…you back here?

“Can’t you see I’m busy.

Come back tomorrow."

I need your help.

I’m trying to find....…

“I don’t care what you want.

I’m busy.

Don’t you get it?

You almost got a 9mm slug in

the head.”

“Ask somebody on the street.”

I already tried that.

“Well ask somebody else.”

Alright. I will.

Hey man.

Live around here?

“Yeah. About 10 blocks up, off Broadway and 110th.”

I’m trying to find my way.

Can you help me out?

“Sure. Go back to where you started.

Look next to the bread shop.

You’ll see it.”

Thanks. Gotta’ run.

What’s this?

“I’ve been shot man!

Can you help me get to the hospital?”

No, I don’t have a clue where the hospital is.

Can you remember how to get to where I’m talking about?

“I think it….I think it’s…..I can’t breathe man.

Can’t you see; I don’t have a clue?

I’m.....?

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