Dear Diary:
While walking quickly through the crowded Midtown streets en route to the 49th Street N train, I saw a roadblock on the corner of 50th and 8th, as several guys were selling their CDâs and taking up the whole sidewalk.
I decided to walk behind them, close to the curb, when one of them confronted me: âMan, I canât you believe you just did that! You walked right behind our store.â
I looked back and realized he was referring to the small foldout table with a white tablecloth that held their various CDâs. I apologized and said I didnât realize that it was their store.
He said, âWell, for disrespecting us, you gotta buy my CD.â
I looked into his angry eyes and realized that he was just an artist like me trying to sell his music. I asked him how much it was and he said, âTen bucks.â I took out my wallet and grabbed a 20 when nine other rappers on the corner approached me and said: âYou gotta buy ours, too. You disrespected all of us!â
I said, âI only have a 20, so I can only buy from two of you.â The left-out rappers pleaded, âHow you gonna buy theirs, but not mine?â
At that point, I said: âYou know what I do? Iâm a comedian.â I showed them my composition notebook and said, âYou see this? These are jokes.â One of them went, âFor real?â I said, âYup, I do the same thing you guys do.â
The rapper said, âHe cool,â and let me proceed toward the subway, down 20 bucks.
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