Reggie was kind enough to show me around the Richmond Hill section of Jamaica Avenue the other day. He kept peddling off into the unknown then sneaking up behind me.
He knew all the spots and had his finger on the pulse of weirdness. When I asked him what he knew about my neighborhood, Zaghaven, he just shrugged and pointed North. “It’s over there,” he said.
I seen reggie riding round the block. He knows everyones secrets.
But he never airs the dirty laundry.