What were the odds, six months in country, time for R&R, I travel from Cat Lo to Tan Son Nhut Air Base in Saigon, I wouldn’t cut my AFRO, come on who in thee FUCK was going to cut my hair! Fuckkkk MACV, I did that silly motherfacka a favor when I said “Fuck MACV” grab my sea bag and “Lisa” my M16 then skedaddle the hell out of there. I think, fuck it I’ll see what’s Saigon’s like in the fall, wait a minute all they have is hot and rain. Ok let me get back to my fish story, so I’m walking down a street in the city of Saigon, then from a distance I see my best friend Lorenzo Wright, we where team mates on the Naval basketball team in San Diego NTC in 1968. By the time we reach one another we were running, you know we both had to man up real quick, we hugged fast as hell then we started the “DAP.” WHAT THE FUCK IS A DAP?, I’m glade you asked. Historically, the dap is both a symbol among African American men that expresses unity, strength, defiance, or resistance and a complex language for communicating information. The dap and the black power handshake, which evolved from the dap, were important symbols of black consciousness, identity, and cultural unity throughout black America.
We then go check out Soul Alley, a part of Saigon that the “Blood’s”(bLACK’S) would hang in. PEACE!