The Aam
It turned out to be another weird weekend for me though. But, thank God my trip was over. I lived in a small three story brownstone, about four or five houses down from the fire hydrant in the middle of the block. There was a dude, Francis, he lived in the building next to me, and he just didn’t like black peeps. He had a small Aam, it’s what I like to call mixed dogs, “All American Mutts.” It was a collie, mixed with a whole bunch of other mutts. Anyway everyday, once in the morning, and once in the afternoon, he took his Aam around the block, for her daily walk.
The thing is he never
cleaned up after her, and that bothered everybody in the nabe. Nobody likes to step on dog shit. I don’t care if you own
the dog, you aren’t going to like stepping on its shit. In some nabes it’s become an
epidemic, and you kind of have to play hopscotch as you walk along. It’s just
disgusting, especially when you’re stepping out, and suddenly your nice, clean shoe
lands on it. Then you have to look for a stick or something to clean your shoe.
Not only does it stink, but you really mess it up for everybody, and you aren’t
going to make your date very happy by bringing that damned stench along.
Well, on Saturday morning as
he was walking back, his Aam decided to squat next to a fire hydrant, and do her thing. When she was finished, as he
continued walking, a young black dude saw it, and he had had enough.
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