Another dog day in the Dirty South

Eleven twenty nine, and the thought in the cache in my head comes out tic-a-tack clack from my fingers through the digits through code to code to this English language you're reading now.  Choral music directed by Rafe Von Williams in the corner, maybe composed by some guy named Baker, I can't tell, the volume isn't high on the announcer's voice, and there's too much base. 

The druggie boys are at it again, I think, despite the big bust last week.  The ones arrested are probably out on the street again.  I saw one dread-locked young man go by in a bicycle, signature white tee.  I've taken to wearing the white tees too, since everyone denies they're a gang thing.  They are cool if cotton and oversized.  Perfect for this weather.  If we all take to wearing white tees and other clothes preferred by the drug biz boys and girls, we'll render their code ineffective. 

If you're reading this and you are from NORML or pro-legalization, well yes I'm in favor of marijuana normalization or legalization too.  It's just I don't like lawlessness.  And I certainly don't like crack and the other much more harmful drugs the dealers sell.  As well as their guns, pimping, and other subcultural behavior.  If we do nothing, we as a community, it only gets worse.  At least by fighting crime we keep them at bay. 

Heard of Crimestoppers?  Well, now there's CI, Crimestoppers International.