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.
