Ghettofabulous!

As The Observer was exiting the Harlem DMV he stood for a minute amidst the swirling cloud of plastic bags and candy wrappers. Before The Observer was a latina woman pushing a girl in a stroller. She stopped and pulled out her cigarettes and bent over to use the back of the stroller as a windbreak as she lit her Newport. Bending over pulled up the back of her quilted shiny black warm up jacket. Her lower back made a fleshy appearance and tattooed on that light brown canvas were the words “Fuck Me” and then another word below that looked like it might have begun with a capital “H” but was obscured by the straining waistband of her too tight acid washed jeans.

This got The Observer thinking about what that other word might be. Of course, the obvious ones popped into The Observer’s mind: “Here” or more likely “Hard”. The Observer wondered if it might be something more poetic like “Heroically”. A little piece of Lombardiesque encouragement to her baby daddy, or the baby daddy’s brother, or the cable guy or just about anyone. The Observer then wondered if this woman ever went to the beach in a two piece. And if she did was the attention and comments she would most certainly earn be welcome or a shameful reminder of a wicked night of drinking and poor judgement. And if that little girl in the stroller would ever see this tattoo and what might her future be growing up in an apartment filled with mentholated smoke and a slutty mother.