Nobody smiles where I'm from and I don't know why.I'm not from a Third World country, I'm actually from North East Baltimore.There's alot of crime though I've never been a criminal, alright it's that one time.I stole the cookies out the cookie jar, who me , yeah you , couldn't be then who?The crumbs were that which gave me away.I thought it was the one's in my pockect but actually it was the one's I forgot to wipe away from my face.Grandma asked "Are you sure?" ,then I gave up and told her it was me.She smacked my hands with a thin broomstick til they turned red.I then told her I had to use the restroom, before I could open the door I wet myself a little.Soooooooo..........I told my friends this on the stoop before they bursted into laughter.One friend told me he was about to bust a lung from laughing so hard.The D-Boys heard the commotion from the corner and told us to shut the fuck up because we were making the block hot.We did, the reason being.......Nobody smiles where I'm from............ Except me and my friends after I tell embarrasing stories about myself.

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