My nigga Arnold literally lived in the projects tho…but not the bad projects…like all u really had to worry about was someone snatchin yo purse. But you would get it back the next day or some shit like that.
“Arnold, what a goof. What a sap. What a holiday fool. How I revile his very existence. And yet… I love him. His awkward gait. His half-lidded gaze. His brave - if misguided – concern for those less fortunate.”