Brooklyn's got many urban neighborhoods, and I lived in a hood called Bed-Stuy. My neighbors were all Caribbean people and pretty much I was the only Asian living the block.
Introduction Brooklyn pre.102: Bed-Stuy
My name was Chinaman. Living in Bed-Stuy, hanging out at a tire shop, plantain chips for munches, drinking ginger beer, and chill.
Everyting good. Pura Vida. Todo bien.
But when I moved there, actually I got warned/welcomed by this latino guy in a car saying to me, "Yo, Chino, you gotta watch out here. Ain't no yuh hood." Even at the exit of Rockaway on C line, this creepy neighbor begged for "a couple of dollar", then moved his arm around his lower back and posed if he had "some" there. He asked me if I knew "what's like to be shot".
Yo, I don know bout that.
It was all good tho. From next day, I had to exit there anyway.
