This one is pretty much only going to resonate with the DC people, but you readers in other areas may also find it funny. Either way, continue to read the blog. If you don’t get the jokes, laugh anyway, then call someone from DC and get them to explain it to you later. If you don’t know anyone from DC, my Yahoo IM is HustlemanL77…just don’t abuse it.
I was speaking with a friend of mine while having dinner on U Street a few weeks ago, and as we sat near the street at 7PM, we saw sights that would have been unfathomable at that very spot about 5 years ago. We saw a lot of…White people! With their kids!
You used to be able to count the white folks you saw out there on one hand. Now, thanks to all the new luxury condos and trendy lounges popping up in the area, white people no longer have that healthy fear of DC. Crackheads and black youth no longer make them cross to the other side of the street.
The funny thing is, the only place in the city where I’ve seen that “Oh my God this n*gger is going to rob me” instinct come in lately was on an elevator with this lady the other day. She was old, but still, it made no sense. I was wearing a suit and tie. Furthermore, we were going up, so I didn’t even have anywhere to run if I really were going to take it. I gave her the meanest look I could, knowing that it would put the fear of God in her, just for my own personal enjoyment.
I’m not 100% complaining about gentrification, because there are a few aspects of it that do make me smile. I’ve found a bunch of nice little chill spots to go to on dates, or just to chill out by myself. The latest one that I’m giving free press to is Mocha Hut on U Street. I just found out that it’s black-owned, so I’m showing some support despite the fact that I don’t really drink coffee like that. Another selling point is that the number of fine ass women that can be seen daily. If I were not the upstanding gentleman and fine pillar of the community that I am, I could be a motherf*ckin’ pimp! I choose to serve the people instead, by merely flirting, and not spreading my seed across the city, leaving behind an army of little bastard Leons running around.
To sum everything up, with the good, comes the bad and vice-versa. Poor folk and old people are being driven from the city they’ve lived in all of their lives…but it’s easier to hook up with someone hot and enjoy some coffee afterwards.