Jamar's Sno-ball stand

Yes He Can

Ruh-Roh,  No he can't

It had all the makings of a Damon Runyon story. The election of a street hustler, and sometime dope dealer to the presidency was the spark.  Encouraged, and determined to become President of the United States himself, Jamar cleaned up his act and followed his own dream of owning a Sno-Ball stand.  It would be a beginning.  First one, then city-wide franchises. Wasting no time, Jamar quit, on the spot, his job as petty thief and part time pimp (when he had a girlfriend), and held a grand opening. The wheels soon came off.  It took less than a day for Jamar to be  gob-smacked by the harsh reality that's doomed so many other Jamars in America.  Racism.  Even in south side Chicago, it worked against a young man of Color  How else to explain zero sales, even though he had no competition? That night he closed up and walked away from the dream, melting back into the mean streets of the south side. a dramatization