How often do you see the most badass, gruzzled black man you have ever seen and think, damn that guy smokes crack?

My most memorable time was at midnight as the new york city subway was closing. I was sitting across from this guy whos cheeks were super puffed up from either disease or serious fighting, he was wearing real gangsta hobo shit, with a 40 in a paper bag in his hand and a skullcap, and he was giving me the evil eye.

So I went for a gamble. It could have taken my life.

"Crips up bloodz down!"

I threw the crip sign. He threw it back. I slowly approached his menacing figure, we clasped hands and preformed the secret crip handshake that I researched on google. From that angle I saw his shanking knife slipped into his pants.

"Respek brotha"

And I cooly left the train. But once I did, I ran like fuck, and nearly shat myself.