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November 20, 2005
Ghetto Bidness
Recently I decided that even though my neighborhood is sometimes described as "scary" it was getting a little too fancy for my taste and that I'd soon have to move. So I set out on a search for a cheaper house somewhere in the city.
It wasn't very long before I came across a whole slew of houses for sale for $10,000 or less.
I decided to go for the middle of the road -- I figured something too cheap was bound to be in an area of town I wouldn't be welcome, and something too expensive - well, it was too expensive, and at $10,000: well out of my price range. I finally settled on checking out a house in west Baltimore with an asking price of $7,500.
Emma and I grabbed a flashlight and drove down there. After hiding everything of value we had inside the car and double checking to make sure the doors were locked we went to have a look at the house.
Without a realtor we couldn't get too far, but we could at least check out the back of the house from the alley.
It turned out there was no alley. The "alley" was just a 3-foot wide walkway seperating the houses on each side of the block. We ducked into it right in front of a kid from the neighborhood as walked by.
He seemed like a normal kid. He wore the Baltimore City normal kid uniform this time of year - an oversized black nylon jacket, a black hat and baggy jeans. "Were you going?" He yelled to us he followed us down the walkway.
"What's it look like?" I replied.
"Get outta here."
I ignored him and we walked to the back yard of the abandoned house.
"Whatchou doin' back here? You cops?" He yelled to Emma and I as we peered through the cracked wall trying to see how much of the roof was missing.
"No. We're not cops." I laughed back at him.
The boy then ran out to the street. He came back a few seconds later, emboldened. "Don't you know we's runnin' a bidness back here?"
I could only assume he meant he was selling some sort of drugs in the back yard of the abandoned house. "Do you know who owns this property?" I said to him.
"No."
"Well, I do. I own it." I lied to him.
With that he ran away much quicker than before. I think he was afraid I'd start charging him rent.
Posted by calculatoronfire at November 20, 2005 02:42 PM
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White boy's gonna get shot.
Posted by: tfg at November 20, 2005 05:23 PM
I suppose it's possible. Bidness is bidness.
Posted by: brian at November 20, 2005 08:09 PM