Thursday, December 4, 2014

Respect


I didn't know Ray well. He was here long before we were here in this part of Brooklyn. I was always in his presence though, especially at a certain time a number of years back. Our crowds were the same crowds. He'd always be in the corner with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing those tattoos. He was the real deal, whatever that is. But he was it. Respect.

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