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Originally Posted by King Mark
That's the 6 and hell naw lol. Not the 6. Between them cars was little mini new jack cities in the 90's, the last car was no-go unless you were ready to party or at least smell like you partied.
I was one of the little bastards pulling the red string for fun and smoking blunts in the conductor booths.
That was one of those lines where if you didn't have a seat, you stand by a white person. They wasn't going past 96th uptown. The only train that stops local in east harlem, right through the essence of it.
Way better now. Completely different world on them trains now.
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Oh MAN I remember those days! I am white as driven snow so I would avoid the #6 and instead take the crosstown bus to Lexington then up to e.116th Street where I scored my weed. LOL Always went in the sunny afternoon but e.116th Street in Spanish Harlem looked like a burned out Hollywood movie set with buildings boarded up, vacant lots....scary.
Check it: I used to go into this completely dark as night blackened out "store". The only visible light was a coke machine in the corner. You kept walking until your nose hit plexi glass like with bank tellers. Probably bullet proof. A little drawer popped out, in went $20, out came the fattest bag of weed you ever saw! Looked wholesale, where the dealers went before selling it downtown to white boys like me. "Buy a soda" a mysterious voice called from the dark. I did and got the HELL outta there! Of course I went back about ten times before I found someone who delivered to the UWS. LOL Ahh those were fun (scary) times yo!!!!