In The Hood Today
Walking to my apartment from Red Apple (I had just purchased a pound of greens for lunch) on 23rd and Jackson, I hear a really round, light-skinned woman standing next to a man fixing a car that has never seen better days, yell, with great affection, at another man (unseen by me) across the street from her: “Jamie! Jamie! Jamie, you ol’ black crispy nigga. How ya doing?” One of the many delights of black English plucked fresh from the streets of Seattle on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
Well Charles, its not like you're going to hear it in Wedgewood or Ballard. You have to enjoy in those few parts of town where you can get it.