Post story about 14th & T...

Interesting read…once again reminding how stupid I was for not buying something in this hood 10 years ago and now laughing all the way back to Maine.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wpdyn/content/article/2005/11/12/AR2005111201215_5.html

Woops. try this link.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/12/AR2005111201215.html

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Used to hang out with my buddies Gino and Jerry at 14th and T around 1985 after school was over. We'd get drunk but mainly just shoot the breeze. Back then you could score a dime bag right there outside the liquor store in broad daylight, cops sitting across the street. They never messed with us and in exchange we sometimes hooked a couple of the mellower ones up. One of them, Tony, was a goof after a couple of puffs. One time I was shooting hoops in the vacant lot on Wallach when the Rodriguez sisters came over, one of them said she'd got some rock and asked if I wanted some. Now usually I stay away from the stuff, but Karen Rodriquez is hot, and her sister hotter, so how could I say no? We broke into 1406 T and found a couple of spoons in the kitchen and a lighter and cooked up. Landlord came in, mad as hell, and we all took off running and collapsed in an alley somewhere off 13th. Before I knew what was happening Karen's hand was down my pants and I was making out with her sister Sally. Then we heard the cops and we had to run again, and after that it was all over. Still see Sally when I go to buy cigs at 15th and U, and she's still fine, but we never mention that day, an unspoken secret between us.

Not any more

yeah well i embezzled a few grand of company funds and put them in a bank account down at the First National Bank. shhh, dont tell anyone.

One time down at 14th and T me and my pal Giggles we scored like ten ten packs of dope and a bunch of caine and we were slammin speedballs and banging all the girls in site. I couldn't keep them and their free drugs off me.

…..and this one time…at band camp at 14th & t…

Here's part 2 of the article from today's post

http://tinyurl.com/9oaqk

And if you've never registered to see view the post online it'll ask you to so I don't want to hear any bitching….

One time me and Chaz had a moving truck and we stacked every hooker in D.C. in the back like firewood. Then we went and bought every bit of reefer, crack, crank, X, Acid, hashish and green in the city limits. We still had some room in the back so we picked up a bunch of firearms and some blue crabs from the Waterfront.

We went back to the warehouse, broke out our Evel Knievel suits, unloaded the hookers, drugs, guns and crustaceans, cranked up FUN HOUSE and that shit was ON!!!!!!

Back in the day I tell ya…….

Relive the magic this Friday at the Velvet Lounge.

Yeah life was so simple back then moving furniture with the pharmacist. Up to our tits in free hookers, drugs and crabs!

Not to mention all the second hand sofabeds and golfclubs that were offered to us daily!!!

KIDNER TRANSPORT - MANLY MEN MOVING MANLY THINGS IN A MANLY WAY

***Actual company motto, I have the t-shirts to prove it***

One time at 14th and T, there was a pothole full of cars!

My man Ronnie and I were sitting in a beat up Chevy Nova at 14th and T, trying to light up some chronic with the cigarette lighter. The damn thing was broken and so I got out of the car to buy a cigarette lighter at Yum's Carryout, across the street. I was waiting at the light when I saw Twelfth Street Tammy coming the other way, flashing a smile at me like she hadn't seen me in a year. She took me by the hand and led me back to her apartment, 1201 V Street. She put on some Toto on the stereo and changed into a negligee and needless to say I forgot all about Ronnie waiting in the car. Several hours later I kissed her goodbye, and just remembered I had to borrow a lighter as I was leaving, so she handed me her Bic. I get back to the car and that fat bastard Ronnie's still sitting there. What a goof. Anyway, he asks me where I've been, and I said "circumstances beyond my control," and that seemed enough for old Ronnie. And that's why when it comes down to it, Ronnie's the man.

Twelfth st. Tranny!

Garrison's preaching against homosexuality was no longer theoretical; the neighborhood had become one of the gayest in the city

lol