I wanted to get some soul food and Kentucky Fried Chicken wouldn't do.
I took the Expo Line and got off on Crenshaw which is in the black
neighborhood of Compton. I had been here before, exploring, when they
had opened up the Expo line and I made a mental note of a soul food
place. I had some fried cat fish and greens at M and M soul food. I
walked over to yum yum donuts for desert. This huge older black guy
comes walking in-actually as a 5' 8" Filipino, everybody seems huge- and
on his right leg he is wearing orthopedic shoes with 3 inch heels. We
get to talking about the Lakers, then the conversation turns to the
motorcycle accidents we've been in. He was working as a buyer in the
downtown Los Angeles wholesale grocery district, riding his motorcycle
to various wholesalers. A truck crossed the median because the driver
fell asleep, the result from the accident was his neck was broken, but
his spinal cord was left intact. His leg was sheared off at the shin but
was reattached. However, 2 inches of bone could not be replaced.
Another younger black guy, just as big and beefy as the older black guy,
overheard our exchange and started to tell his story. His accident
happened when he was going through an intersection, a lady wasn't paying
attention and drove through a red light. He got T-boned. The exhaust
pipe broke off and was driven through his calf. He showed me the picture
of the wound from his phone. I took a picture of the image from his
phone. I posted this pic on my blog. The older black guy said he will
never ride a motorcycle and he kept telling I'm going down. The younger
black guy was defiant and said he still going ride no matter what.
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