dope

At one point when I was a teenager, I began referring to my house as a "crib." If I liked something, it was "dope," (prompting a hasty room search by my "rents"). I gave "mad props" to my "homies" on a regular basis. I listened "fresh," "fly" beats on my stereo. In short, I sounded like I had lost my mind.

Obama one day strolled into the HaightWith Ginsberg,

I use the "tough love" approach pretty frequently in my daily routine and there is no doubt that there are many in our community who share Councilman Buscetto's viewpoint. Interestingly enough, a good portion of them are homeless themselves.

Say Uncle explains why a recent pro-gun control editiorial by Green Party Senate candidate Chris Lugo is not all the rage on the Tennessee blogs:

It must be a generational thing. The man is in his 70's. Or maybe it's an intelligence thing? He did finish at the bottom of his class. Whatever the reason, can you imagine a president who can't operate a computer?

[Sorry, earlier I had some versioning issues with this post as it reverted to previous iterations (user error, I’m sure). I think that’s cleared up now.]

From Robert Cox’s post on the back story of how the AP and the Drudge Retort came to terms comes this quote:

I knew it wouldn't be long before folks who had been copping their opiate dope from the source that was recently busted here in Nashville started showing up at the methadone clinic, but I am a bit surprised at how fast someone got in touch with me about getting something better going in their life than chasing that dope bag.