i should be writing
My doorbell just rang and I was scrambling for the key, I hear "Wassup, belly!" It's my neighbor. "What you having? boy or girl?" We think the apt next door is Sect 8 housing. If so, then our neighbor has got to be a major Sect 8 success story. He is one of the most hardworking, industrious, honest guys you'll ever meet. He's got a wife and a few little kids. He's built up his own car detailing business that both he and his wife work at, servicing the rich, white Uptown market. Sometimes he gets stuff from his clients, like fish or boutique clothing. And he's always ready to share with us. "Hey, neighbuh, come see what we got!" Unfortunately today's fare was mostly little girl stuff, but I found a few pairs of baby socks. Sometimes Chris helps him out when he's having computer trouble. I can never get away with washing my car without his coming over with all his stuff to help me out. We're neighbors. We look out for eachother. I'm going to miss this place.