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Last year when I chose Wu-Tang Clan’s “C.R.E.A.M.” as my favorite song of all time, I called it:

“The clearest picture of black inner city America ever painted”

One of our long-time readers wrote in to question my ability to judge that:

How would you know? I love statements like that from critics. I was cured of them when I commented to my brother in law, an ex_marine, about how realistic the basic training section of Full Metal Jacket was. He looked at me and said those exact words, “How the fuck would you know?” I had to admit it merely fit my mental picture of what basic training was like, and of course, I got that metnal picture from other movies.

If you grew up in the “inner city,” then please disregard this comment.

If there was any residual doubt, let it be known that my hood is gully:

A road-rage incident in which an off-duty Pittsburgh police detective was the victim inadvertently led investigators to the carcass of a dog dressed in human clothing in the same Stanton Heights neighborhood.
[…]
Investigators did not make a connection between that incident and the case of the dead dog, which was bludgeoned and stabbed. Someone put blue jeans, a T-shirt, socks, shoes and a ball cap on the animal.

…We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot