Stop Selling Crack in my Neighboorhood
Stop Smoking Crack in my Front Yard Yes I live Downtown
March 07, 2008
February 13, 2008
Stop Asking me for a Cigarrette
STOP ASKING ME FOR A CIGARETTE
Why does every Tom, Dick and Jerome derelict have to ask me for a cigarette? No I don’t want to sell you a cigarette. No I don’t have a cigarette. Now I know that crack heads have to smoke cigarettes all the time. This explains why underground cigarette selling is a vibrant business on Broad Street & Martin Luther King. Cigarettes sell for 50 cents. It goes hand in hand with the brazen drug dealing that goes on 2 blocks from the Atlanta Fulton County Courthouse and 5 blocks for the City Jail.
I bought a piece of crack one day just for shits and giggles. It’s a grocery store of crack. I had a cigarette. Who knew that that first 48 hours would occur very night right across the street from my fabulous downtown experience….EVERY DAY
Mayor will you please stop them from crack dealing in front of my door.
Once they stop smoking crack then they will stop asking me for a cigarette.
Yes I Live Downtown
Living Downtown
Yes I live downtown I bought a loft and for the sake of this blog I wont say the name. Of course I don’t want to down my neighborhood. I love my neighborhood. I balked at the chance to live downtown in any city in America and for under 200K. Hey Ill take it.
This is an introduction to downtown life, the good, the bizarre and the down right nasty. Hey it’s a place for people to vent.
You want stories. Well I got stories of Downtown Life. Come take a daily trip with me d as I walk the streets with my dog and ask the question. What will it take for Shirley Franklin to pay attention to south downtown?
