I was going to write about Homies, those lovable, thuggable, figurines found in gumball machines in Sheepshead Bay and other ethnic-white enclaves of New York. Gumball machines and, oh yeah, blister packs also.
It's just that I couldn't figure out how I feel about them, even with a few of them in my bag at this very moment. But then I found about about Ghetto Kids, which doesn't help. Or, to be clear: which doesn't help me. It doesn't help me. East L.A. Lupe doesn't help me. Her valuable lessons on violence don't help me any more than the Smurfs ever did. But N.Y. Sammy, on the other hand.Posted by at July 22, 2002 03:07 PM