Shooting some b-ball outside of the school

As J has spent his entire adult life successfully straddling the mean streets of the neighborhood we live in and the white collar professional world, I asked him yesterday to give me an honest assessment of the attractiveness of the girl who lives next door (the one who looks like she's about 17 but has a 6-year-old, 4-year-old and 2-year-old...heck, she could be 17, I don't know. These girls around here are lucky to make it to middle school from what I can tell). And after giving it a moment's thought, he said "Well, she's attractive in a trailer park way." I asked what that meant and he said "If you want your woman to be blonde and have lots of babies, she's a winner." Still needing clarification, I asked "So it wouldn't bother a man that she gets into street fights, yells all the time, chain smokes and curses like a sailor?" and he replied "Not if he lived in a trailer." Interesting. This requires further study.

I've also come to the conclusion that I wish I was related to Will Smith. I watched I Am Legend the other day and I was looking at the commercials for Hancock, and I've decided that he would be a lot of fun to hang out with at a barbecue. Plus, with all that money, I bet he throws fun birthday parties for his kids. Yeah, Will Smith would be an awesome cousin. That's all I'm saying.