I met Duffle during a neighborhood clean-up last weekend.
While I was pulling weeds, mulching, and chatting with my fellow weed puller Mayor Jack Seiler, Duffle decided to join in ( the chatting, not the working!)
“Hey Smif”, ( that’s what the thug world calls me along 13th street).
Smif (Cal Deal photo)
” Hey”, I replied back.
“you remember me, I’m duffle”, he says
“I know, like the bag”, I chortle
“wanna see my shots?”, he asks
At first, I thought he was asking if I wanted to see his shorts, but they were in clear view. So I said, kind of unsure, … “sure”.
Then he pulled up his shirt –
“oh my god duffle” I said …. “what the hell is that?”
“that’s my shots – five in the gut”
“wanna see where they came out the back”, he continued.
Before I could say no, he turned around.
“just missed the spine”
I was aghast, the Mayor too.
” drug deal?” …. I wisped
” no, ova sum hoe,” he declared kinda proudly.
…. he walked away, while I mumbled under my breath
“god I hate the ghetto …