This book is interesting. It is a sociological study of street life at “Jelly’s” which is a bar and liquor shop. Anderson when he was a college student spent time with and observing the men of Jelly’s. He broke them down into 3 groups: “The Regulars” “The Wineheads” and “The Hoodlums”
I recommend the book if you want to read someone trying to understand the life and psychology of men “of the street” as well as men who are in the “inner city” of America and who are men who are kind of on the fringe of society in a means of lower middle class to lower class. There are also “hustlers” and some beggars. The books is really really fascinating.
Here is just one example with an excerpt from the book:
Around Jelly’s, Oscar often expresses his desire for “big money.” He is usually hatching some scheme to get “some quick money” with a friend from the corner. Sometimes he will whisper to one person about his designs on another. He might say, “Psst. Hey, Eli. Watch this. Hey Sam, lemme hold a dollar till payday?” If Sam, a friend of his, will “loan” Oscar the money, Oscar will then wink or hunch another person, to communicate how “smooth” and “slick” he is. With money in his pocket already, Oscar feels he has “beat” the person making the loan.
Another except still in regards to “Oscar” :
Like other hoodlums around Jelly’s, Oscar lives and actively participates in what might be described as the subculture of violence of the ghetto streets. He is commonly armed with his .38 caliber pistol, which he occasionally flashes. He expects others to be “carryin’ somethin’ ” . Frequently he may be seen standing with his hands dug into his pants pockets, as though he were ready to come “up with somethin’ ” at any moment should the need arise. He says this posture will “make anybody think twice before they try to do somethin’ to you.” He refers to his weapon as “my li’l equalizers that keep me alive” and that allow him to make his rounds. Among group members he is known as someone who can “really go,” meaning he is considered a good street fighter and will not hesitate to fight. Oscar has fought often and has threatened to cut people around Jelly’s. Although I have never seen him do it, some say he has drawn his pistol on others around the corner more than once.
Those are just a couple of excerpts from the book. It depicts men who are living their life socially by hanging out at the liquor store and bar.
This information came from the book which I had to special order from my local library.
-DJ ROBO BISCUIT, stay fluffy
(In reference to running and training)
High School Boy: “ya know what I’m sayin’ man MY LUNGS uh uh uh they just not what they used to be!”
High School Boy continued: “Coach tryin’ a make me run poles nuh uh son I’m not feelin’ that!”
(In reference to another girl)
High School Girl: “This BITCH don’t know who she playin’ with. I heard she be talking SHIT I’m gonna have to stomp this Bitch! I don’t let nobody be playin’ me. This Bitch she think she cute but she be busted! I’m seein’ her at the Dollar (in reference to the establishment known as “Dollar Tree”) when school gets out and that’s where this SHIT is going down. uh uh uh this Bitch ain’t playin’ me no more.”
(In reference to texting — sending text messages [maybe to a male] )
High School Girl: “You know I be sending people big messages!”
“But then he be focusing on the bottom part of the message.”
“I mean … why you think I wrote that WHOLE message?! (laughs) That’s what I get for writing a big paragraph!”
(unknown reference, maybe some kind of fight)
High School Girl: “I’m just like Biiiiitttccchhhh! I am too good for you! Try another one!”
High School Girl: “Bruh I was high as hell, he was lookin’ like a Halloween creature, ya know what I’m talking about? Straight up Halloween Town!
(In reference to a female teacher)
High School Girl: “If she is in class today then I’m not going in, I can not STAND that woman! WAY too dramatic!”
Friday October 21st, 2016 — Stay Fluffy, DJ ROBO BISCUIT!
I was battling my arch-rival Little Johnny. Sometimes just called Lil’ Johnny. Lil’ Johnny was not very tall. He was a grown man but not much taller than a 12 year old boy. Johnny the Little hit the ball very flat. And because of his size it was a tricky play. Since he was not very tall when he launched his flat ball it often did not look like it was going to go over the net however, Lil’ Johnny has been playing his style forever and he was incredibly good at making his low flat ball.
We were battling.
He had a break and I was serving at 1-3 in the first set. I tossed up my ball and all I could think was “kick, kick, kick” (I really wanted to kick that serve). Lame. I hit it in the net. This can be a very frustrating game.
I was preparing to toss up the ball for my second serve. Then a lovely lady walked by. She had silky blonde hair and a muscular body. I double faulted.
“Why do all of these beautiful women show up at my matches?”
She was thin and she was strong. This girl was beautiful.
I heard her silky voice. “Let’s go Johnny!”
I couldn’t believe it. She was pulling for Little Johnny. Damn. Maybe he isn’t that little?
I walk back to grab a ball off the fence. Did I leave the stove on? Focus. Focus on playing tennis.
I use topspin and kick my serve in. Little Johnny steps up and hits it cross-court. I go for the backhand down-the-line and I miss it wide. Damn.
“Let’s go Johnny! Good shot.” The Blonde hair beauty cheers.
Damn. This is demoralizing. I’m distracted now and Lil’ Johnny has this super hot chick pulling for him. This is unbelievable.
My mind wandered to that one girl who liked me in Middle School. But I kind of ignored her … …. I wonder if she was super beautiful now? If I had just stuck with her maybe she would be cheering for me right now. Damn. Life.
Lil’ Johnny continued to hit deceptive and tough flat balls. I continued to be very distracted with my clusterFudge of a mind.
(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)