you're not in kansas anymore!

grocery shopping in my new hood. the guy in front of me at the store is only purchasing malta and pork rinds. i am completely not kidding. it rules! 

vegan friends, cover your ears...the smell of popeye's in my new neighborhood is intoxicating! this is a bad, bad, bad thing. why can't i smell the dunkin donuts over it??? t-r-o-u-b-l-e

i feel more comfortable here than in my old, lily white, homogenized, gentrified, stroller set area. even if my ghetto fabulosity doesn't show though...there are always those 5 magical words that, when uttered in conversation, give me full street cred.

ask me sometime if you want to be in the know.

post script...

i seek out rap chips on the streets of dc. they are collector's items as far as i'm concerned. an empty bag is now on my new fridge in the new apartment. luckily, my roommate is familiar with said brand and finds it equally amazing. 

used to wander the streets of SE dc completely clueless in '96 and '97. really lucky nothing ever happened to me or one of my cohorts. my friend sara and i used to pick a metro stop that "sounded cool" and just go there. not so smart. but super fun! 

for r.l.b. 

my "other" dad.