Have you ever gotten lost in the wrong neighborhood, praying to whomever it is that you pray to that all the lights stay green and you can find the freeway – any freeway – immediately?  While the prospect of running into Snoop at a Compton Waffle House is exciting, the thought of getting jacked for my 1999 Honda gets the adrenalin pumping a whole lot more.  Thankfully my smartphone gets turn by turn directions so I was able to get back on course before having to join a street gang for protection purposes.  Of course, when I retell the story to my friends, there will most definitely be some embellishment involved.

 

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