never drive through lawndale with a kayak strapped on top of your pickup

word to the wise...

stay away from lawndale.

don't drive aimlessly around chicago when you don't know where you are going, cause sometimes you find yourself in the ghetto. cause sometimes you are a white dude with a fishing hat on; and sometimes you might have a kayak strapped to the top of your pickup.

let me tell you that if that situation ever arises, you will never be able to pass off to the locals like you actually belong belong in lawndale.

cause you won't... especially when you're a white boy from montana driving around with a kayak strapped to the top of your pickup

you might get taunts at a stop light; you might get propositioned by a black hooker, and for shits and giggle, some gangsta (and I'm not talking about a gangsta wannabe) but a full fledged blood throws... oh, lets say a 40 of Colt 45 at your pickup.

lets just say you roll up your windows, lock the doors, don't look anyone in the eye and pray like you've never prayed before...

You know what they say don't you? There are no white boy's that don't believe in god that get lost in the ghetto.

Shure 'Nuff!!

Well, least I know that there are no bodies of water in lawndale to kayak on.. and for that matter, i didn't see any lawns per se, let alone grass. What's up with that? Why the hell is this place called lawndale???

Should be called, GotNoJobSoIHangOutLookinForWhiteysToHassleVille.

Next week, i think i'll head down to Cabrini Green and see what my homies, bitches and ho's are up to..

Until then, Keep it Real...

-Goat