Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

Today was the second time in months that I've had something thrown at me while biking.

To get home from work I take 9th Street and F up to 9th and U Street. If you've never walked or biked up that route, I'll just say that there aren't any manicured lawns or Starbucks through there; I've seens dudes sipping 40s at 9:30 in the morning. There's a lot of blight and ruin on 9th Street, and when I'm biking home I always pass gaggles of teenagers.

About a month and a half ago I passed a group of teenaged boys who threw a real estate guide at me. It hit my bike and went skidding past. I looked back and the kids were running in the opposite direction. I just blew it off.

Then today, I bike past a teenager and his girlfriend, and a half-full bottle of water hits my bike and skids across the street. I look back and the girlfriend is cackling as the kid flips me the bird.

Can you imagine if I threw shit at black kids who passed through my neighborhood? WTF?