Quote Originally Posted by nativeNY63 View Post
Yes, Jerry and Marv. Growing up in the Boogie Down Bronx, it was nothing to see crack baggies in the gutter. Down the street of my aunt's, there was what was then called a "head shop". Sold drug paraphernalia right alongside the Twinkies and Little Debbies. Needless to say, we kids grew up fast! Fort Apache. Bronx River Projects was our neighborhood!
I used to buy reggae records from a Jamaican head shop near downtown Columbus. And yeah, it was owned and staffed by real Jamaicans and smelled unashamedly like weed every time I visited. It was the only place I could find some music. I still have an African-shaped red, black, gold and green "Jamaica/Africa" pin on one of my Autumn jackets from back then. Every time I see it, I think about where it came from.