Deja Vu

We got a little lost looking for a gas station after Salsa class and we ended up in a place that reminded me very much of the ghettoness I grew up with. Old cars, graffittied stores, absolutely no pump before pay, and sarcastic slang from everyone's lips. I was already telling myself how crappy that was and how I never want to go back to that environment again. Then as I was pulling out of the gas station (where I waited two minutes before I realized the pump wasn't coming on without cash or credit at the register) a black guy in a ghetto semi-customized car I would have loved a few years ago yelled at me from his car. I lowered my window and the guy let me know my lights were off. That's the kinda stuff I remember from the old days. I really don't think anyone in Eagan would go out of their way like that to let me know my lights were off. It's like a weird thing saying, I got your back. Reminds me of the times I pulled over to help someone when their car boke down (havent' done that in a while) or when strangers readily pulled over to help me push start my car. I think when you live in a broke ass neighborhood people know what it's like to need help, and are more willing to give it out. Hmm, it really was deja vu, but I'd still rather not go back thank you very much.