What I love about living among niggas is the spirit of unity and community they so cordially demonstrate to one another, like when one on the #21 bus stepped on another "brother" 's toe and he of said stepped-upon digit launched into a hollerin' match to beat the band. And, to my resigned indignation, was not howling about the toe hurting, but rather the suggested retail price of his footwear.
This rather disruptive spectacle went on for what seemed like minutes, and the driver, herself a sista, could only shout, "you know day be recordin' dis shit up in here!"-translation: Hey, this transit authority bus is under 24-hour video/audio surveillance."
