home is where the harlem at

Angie's Nails on St. Nicholas between 113th
and 114. What a homey (word?) establishment.
Where 40 year old women still carry box
knives in their skirts and have fake toenails.
Where 25 year olds still rock the side ponytail
and hoops. Where you walk inside to listen to a
women tell her story of how she got locked
up today by a PMS-ing male judge and was 3
minutes away from being sent off to Rikers
and how she texted her best friend to come
bail her out. Where you walk outside and the
whole block is engulfed in the biggest Craps
game I've ever seen. Where you walk to the corner store to hear the owner and customer arguing
about how he's tryna sell her expired knock off Pepsi. Where you walk back into the salon
and that same 25 year old with the side ponytail is about to fight a 20 year old because of dirty
looks that she got because she was wearing a shirt as a dress with 6 inch heels on. Where they
pass around a bottle of Tequiza to tap for good luck. Where these type of things are homey.
That's what I like to see, that's where I wanna be...