Walking out of the Ground Round the other the day, past the Open Door Food Kitchen, a familiar figure hollered at me.
Make no mistake, it was none other than Bag-head Jheri, the Messanie Street philosopher, in full regalia with plastic hairdo bag on his head and two trash bags full of aluminum cans strapped to his belt.
“Hey, Weston you got a minute bro?” Bag hollered across the street at me.
“Yeah, what’s up, Bag?” I answered cordially.
“Placing that marijuana dispensary in the hood is a trap,” Bag said.
“How so?”
“It be like placing a hunk of cheese near a mouse hole. Some of the po’ folks ‘round there be tempted to try and get in or break in to get some weed, easy pickings for the poh-leese.”
“That could be a problem anywhere, Bag. Many people today smoke pot, even rich professionals,” I reasoned.
“But when you po’ it’s more of temptation,” Bag said.
“How?”
“It’s an act of desperation. It’s like the Furry Freak Brothers said, ‘Dope will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no dope,’” Bag said.
“That makes no sense. The Furry Freak Brothers are an underground cartoon, not scientific fact,” I answered.
“I think it’s strange that there’s no grocery store in that area and this marijuana dispensary is going to be in the old Apple Market supermarket building,” Bag said. “Same tactic as puttin’ a liquor store on every corner in the black community.”
“So you’re saying the supermarket closing and a marijuana dispensary taking its place was by design?” I asked.
“Too coincidental, don’t you think, brutha?” Bag answered.
“You sounding like Al Sharpton now,” I said.
“So? Could be worse like our so-called president who is certainly a bigger liar on a bigger stage,” Bag said.
“Yeah, I suppose, but why even go there?” I asked.
“Shoot, I didn’t just go there. The lies and cover-up and all that stuff put us all there,” Bag answered. “Now this administration trying to blame the deficit on Obama.”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” I answered.
“Me neither. They give the presidency to a brother when the whole country is torn up from the floor up and now blaming him for this administration’s spending. Been doing it to us for years,” Bag said.
“You really believe it’s that cut and dry?” I asked.
“It’s cut and dried and fried,” Bag said in response. “Anyone that’s still behind this man after all he’s lied about and done are hypocrites or plain stupid.”
“They would say you should give him a chance,” I said.
“He had the same chance he gave Obama. All that birth certificate BS. Where is his tax filings?” Bag said. “And why doesn’t he want anyone to know what his grades were in school? I thought being dumb in school would give him some street cred with his supporters.”
“Come on, Bag, ain’t that a little harsh?” I asked.
“These are harsh times, brutha. Why you think you see me here at the food kitchen? Holding my place in line because the way this country is going this place gone be crowded in a minute,” Bag said.
With that, I said goodbye to Bag and went on my way.
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