Hi, I'm Hien Vu. You may remember me from such humerus blogs titled as Detective Hien and Dear Doorary. Today, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, I have decided to take a different approach towards this weeks blog assignment. Now I know I wasnt supposed to blog about Kevin Clarke, the neighborly crackhead, because surely it would only be another "just for laughs" blog. Kevin Clarke's isn't so funny once you've gone deeper into his story, his life.
This blog is intended for an older youth audience between the ages 16-20 and especially for "The Boys of Parkdale."
Fresh fitted baseball cap on his head, brand new T-shirt hanging from his shoulders, crisp blue jeans sagging down to his knees, spotless white Nike's on his feet, a cold nine millimeter glock by his waist and a fat sack of crack tucked between the cheeks below his back. Kevin Clarke was his name and Parkdale was the neighborhood he claimed. Not one dope fiend went hungry with Mr. Clarke out on the block. He served them all what they wanted, what they needed. Money came quick and easy
So how long did Mr. Clarke remain running the streets? Not long. Within a blink of an eye the world he knew was taken away from him. And what took the hats, the shirts, the jeans, the shoes, and more importantly the money all away? All it took was one reckless transaction on the street corner that officer Pewee happened to notice. Kevin Clarke spent three years in prison . It didn't take too long for karma to catch up with him. Clarke figured "I'm already in prison, might as well smoke crack to pass the time by", and so he did.
Mr. Clarke is now known on the streets of Parkdale as Mayor Clarke. He runs for Mayor every year, for those who are curious about his new name. He is also known for wearing a dashiki while riding on a pair of roller blades, with a bucket in one hand and a broom in the other. His teeth aren't too great either, considering the only four he has are a florescent yellow.
Kevin Clarke couldn't have possibly thought he would get away with his reckless and ruthless ways without paying the price later in the future right...right?
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I thaught it was going to be another comedy too until it got disgusting and then wierd. It had a sort of a life lesson to it on how things you do in the past will come back and catch you.
Fresh fitted baseball cap oh his head, ( I think the word is on)
I'm already in prison, mind as well smoke crack to pass the time by (I might as well smoke crack..)….no body is perfect don’t worry
Thanks a lot Chris, I'll be fix those up right now.
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