Larry Lambert shares conversations he overheard in the Department of Motor Vehicles in California.
It turns out that Willy is in jail for stealing a car. He might be the baby daddy of the lady who sat behind me for almost an hour, talking to other. Then again, there are 13 other possibles and she plans to blame it on a Christian gentleman who she seduced who would not ask for a blood test. He's employed, which seem (in addition to gullibility) be his only charming attributes. The Christian is a bum lay, but that doesn't seem to bother our heroin because she has other gentleman callers. Bless her heart.
Willy didn't steal the car, his other girlfriend, Cleo has a brother who stole the car, planted some drugs and then loaned it to Willy and dimed him off to the po-lice. He owes money to Willy for a much larger supply of drugs, but since Willy is on parole, he'll be going away for a long time. Cleo's brother is hosting a party tonight at his home to celebrate with other hood rats.
The set up is apparently an open secret because there were three or four people seated behind me talking about it, and looking forward to the party on Willy's dope.
There's more at the link.
I find those conversations completely believable, because I've overheard similar ones myself while visiting (as a pastor) run-down neighborhoods in cities such as Philadelphia, New Orleans, Los Angeles and more. The casual amorality on display is mind-boggling to someone who isn't used to it. What's more, even the alleged "faith" of some churchgoers is really weird. I've personally overheard a group of shoplifters praying for Divine help and protection, before heading for a store to rob it!
It's a very strange world in the 'hood, as I'm sure many of my readers can confirm from their own experiences. Go read Larry's account for yourself.