reason would they have to stop him and question him, etc.

but when jj tells me he stopped by mr dan's house on the way up the street to pick up rocky, i'm like, damn.

background: we been in this neighborhood just a few months shy of 10 yrs now. when we moved in, one of the first ppl i met was dan, up the street (not his name). when i played TE at md in the late 80's, he played DE (not his position) at nc state. we hit it off. would watch games, drink brews and whatnot.

this the real hood / enwurdery ass yt dude i may have posted about before. cool, nice guy. but kinda simple and childish. he was raised in SE raleigh (not southeast dc by any stretch, but it got its own rep down here). his pop was a coach. he grew up around black folks. ppl i know where that's they comfort level / how they came up, i just take them at face value. type nigga (he never said that word around me and i wouldn't have that) to be riding slow around the neighborhood at all times of day and night in a convertible benz blasting biggie or chubb rock or some other shit off the classic hip hop sirius xm station. and i mean this literally. no exaggeration. that's just what he do.

dude has/had/has multiple substance issues. LOVE state. always rocking gear from teh school. stay up in there. usedta sell insurance for most of these 10 yrs. i went to the state v. md game one time and had to stop HIM from fighting these yts (state fans) who were getting out of pocket with me (drunk and feeling themselves). i'm like, no need, fam, i will beat all they asses if its necessary but i'm good. but he was about to fire one of them up.

at the same time, dude was... eccentric. english couple from up the street, who we were also kinda close with when we moved in, usedta be friends w/ him and his wife. dan would just walk into they crib w/o knocking, grab beer or whatever out the frigerator. take packages out of ppl mailboxes. when my kids went to public school, my wife would be up the street waiting w/ the kids at the next cul de sac at the bus stop, and every morning he'd come out, set up a lawn chair, go get his neighbors paper from across the street, open that shit up, and read it in his driveway. in shorts w/ no shoes or socks on, in the dead of december.

anyway... long story short, i stopped fooling w/ him a few years back. i tried to talk w/ him, help him when he was going through some ish, like when he lost his dad. pray for him, etc. but the drinking was getting worse and worse. and the drugs was getting more apparent. so i had to cut him off. we cool like 'hi and bye', and i'll stop and kick it with him in the street now and then, but iont be going over his crib or vice versa no more. and damn sure not riding w/ him.

so when i drive back down the street after picking up my son, i stop about 20 ft away from the dark blue bmw. a dude gets out the car. it's a DT undercover.


peace & blessings,

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