Living in Whitney's Hood

If Whitney spiraled any further, she probably would have ended up living on Boulevard in the Old Fourth Ward. This is my 'interesting' neighborhood that has a strip of Section 8 housing running right down the middle. Since I bought my house in April, its been, well, interesting...here are some reasons I enjoy my life in the Old Fourth:

• Being able to say "That's my house" while watching Ciara's '1-2 Step' video
• Perfecting the look of 'No, I 'd don't want any crack', with just a squint of the eye and a shake of the head
• Beginning to understand the drug culture in Atlanta...guys that wear white wife beaters = drug dealers
• Feeling like you are in Vietnam when you are buzzed by a black Police helicopter who is hovering WAY too close to your house while cops search your backyard for somebody...I think they were looking for a lost dog?
• Having the only white hooker in your neighborhood walk down your street and tell you that you're hot. Thanks!
• Getting a huge cut on your leg from a chicken bone thrown back at me while mowing my lawn...(I even had to get a tetanus shot!) And I have a great scar on my leg to prove it!
• Turning up Kanye West's "Stronger" while at a red light and watching the kin folk enjoy the tune by dancing in the cross walk
• Having a very nice (and attractive) ATL police officer draw his weapon and search my basement (mind-out-of-gutter) for the person who decided to come on in and say hello (thankfully, he wasn't there)

And that's only been 6 months. Wow. Thanks be to Jesus for my roomie...I couldn't have done it all alone with out his guidance! I'm officially a brotha! Ok, only in my head...