By kiki
Back in the early '50s I used to hang out at Dolphins of Hollywood Record Shop, the record shop was located deep in the heart of black Los Angeles, on Central Ave in South Central L.A. - I had made some friends among the brother's that used to hang at the shop, so one time I invited a couple of my white friends from white Montebello to go to the record shop with me and meet with my friends, they reluctantly agreed to go - As we neared the shop I could see my white friends were scared shitless. But once inside the record shop they began to loosen up some. They started talking with my black friends as they looked for some records to buy. After buying some records we all went to a burger stand that was a teen hangout. And after a couple of hours of hanging at the burger stand my white buddies fears had evaporated and they were now jiving with the brothers in their best interpretation of ebonics - On our way home all I heard was "yo brother"
Back in the early '50s I used to hang out at Dolphins of Hollywood Record Shop, the record shop was located deep in the heart of black Los Angeles, on Central Ave in South Central L.A. - I had made some friends among the brother's that used to hang at the shop, so one time I invited a couple of my white friends from white Montebello to go to the record shop with me and meet with my friends, they reluctantly agreed to go - As we neared the shop I could see my white friends were scared shitless. But once inside the record shop they began to loosen up some. They started talking with my black friends as they looked for some records to buy. After buying some records we all went to a burger stand that was a teen hangout. And after a couple of hours of hanging at the burger stand my white buddies fears had evaporated and they were now jiving with the brothers in their best interpretation of ebonics - On our way home all I heard was "yo brother"
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