The Boys in the Hood

They are always hard. They are.

I just came home from having Pho, and as I was walking, I was minding my own business (well, mostly) and I passed this group of gregarious African-Americans who were playfully insulting one another.

I was turning onto my street when I couldn't help but notice that one of them was pointing a gun at his friends and saying, "You want to talk some shit now?"

Yeah.

You know you live in the ghetto when.

And I just hung up those goddamn shelves.

Shit.