A Question About A Question.

My world could not be more unlike that of the Norteños or the Sureños and their ilk. I don't have to worry that picking out what color clothes to wear in the morning might be a life or death decision. I do have to be concerned that if my peers find out I eat non-organic bananas for lunch I will lose status in my community. I think about drive-thrus far more than drive-bys, and I'm pretty sure I'll never have to shank or be shanked. I do live close enough to the gangster world, at lease physically, that news of it often appears in my local paper. The accounts usually start off sounding something like this:

 "Blue dude saw a red dude and asked him a gang related question....."

I'm not making this up, they oftentimes refer to this "gang related question"

What could it be? This question. Do they mean there's like a quiz? Really? And I thought I was under a lot of pressure what I took the pharmacy boards. At least no one was sitting there waiting to bust a cap in my ass.....

OK, seriously. What the hell is this question the gangsters ask each other. This is bugging the shit out of me.


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