George Nemeth: How’d you know he was a crack dealer?
Just got this comment over on the MTB site. What I’m not clear about is how Bill B knew this person was a “crack dealer”:
Mr. Polensek’s letter reminds me of a recent confrontation I had with a crack dealer in the parking lot of a convenience store on E. 185th in the 11th Ward of Cleveland. As I was walking out of the store a crack dealer was walking in…
Perhaps it’s a stereotype?
