The Washington Post, August 20th, 1989
"Yo Man! You lookin'?" "Twenty rock. Twenty rock." At the sound of these words, crack users once crowded around the drug dealers in my neighborhood as if they were being offered front-row tickets to a Michael Jackson concert. But even if the dealers didn't say a word, they were still easy to spot: they were the well-dressed ones wearing expensive jewelry-the visible rewards of their trade acting like a neon sign to attract customers. "Twenty rock. Twenty rock." It was a common refrain in my neighborhood, the Kent Village apartments. A real estate agent might describe Kent Village as a small co...
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