Last week at a stoplight on East Fayette
A bum knocked on my window…I glanced at him and rolled it down.
He flashed his toothless smile and said “your mother’s my woman!”
Things like that make me love Baltimore.
Archive for March, 2007
A bum knocked on my window…I glanced at him and rolled it down.
He flashed his toothless smile and said “your mother’s my woman!”
Things like that make me love Baltimore.