When bored, they brought the ruckus, snatching bus tickets and issuing beatdowns at random. They gave no reason. They published no manifestos. This was how they got down. This was the ritual.
...You had to be harder then. You could not bop through Park Heights like the second coming of the Peanut King. Even the skating rinks demanded six deep. Lexington Terrace was overrun by gonorrhea. Teen pregnancy was the fashion. Husbands were outtie. Fathers were ghost
-Ta-Nehisi Coates
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