Last night my wife pulled into a Racetrac gas station in South Grand Prairie. She had both of our boys with her, so she was a little nervous when a young man approached her while she filled up the gas tank.
I was working elsewhere, so she thought it would be productive to visit her parents on that side of town, but at this point she was on her own. As the sun was almost gone over South Arlington's hilly terrain, her senses heightened for just a moment.
Of course, he meant no harm. Actually, he assured
her he was a good guy on the verge of stardom. He introduced himself as
Juan G, reached into a cardboard box and pulled out a slim CD-R case, in which he and his partner Will Foe's debut EP, Past Due, was fastened.
He
made a quick sales pitch, explaining that the first track, "Fallin 4 U,"
would soon be played on hip-hop radio stations all over. My wife handed over five bucks. Before Mr. G gave her the CD, he pulled out a black Sharpie marker and
kindly autographed it for her.
This morning, just before I walked
out the door to go to work, she mentioned that she bought a CD for me. I
was a little confused when she handed me the disc of two unknown
rappers. "I met this nice young man at a gas station last night, and I
bought this CD from him," she explained. "I thought you might like it."
I kind of do, especially the track "Go Hard." But I don't like the music nearly as much as I admire Juan G's hustle.
