Local Babble

Lately, I’ve come across a swarm of my fellow rattlers that show a disinterest in Tallahassee native, otherwise known as locals. This wouldn’t be much of a problem if I myself weren’t a local. And as if my own “friends” weren’t enough, even a school publication, which I will not name, has repeatedly given warnings to “be aware of locals.” Last time I checked, I wasn’t diagnosed as beingcontagious, and most people consider me a friendly person, and so I’ve decided to throw the million dollar question out there… What is wrong with locals? I’ve heard we start trouble at parties. Maybe there have been some events that have been shut down due to some rowdiness. I apologize on behalf of everyone in Leon County. But, if you really think about it, how would you know if a local started some “drama” anyways. We don’t roll that deep, and even if we did, I’m sure people would know us when the popular, “Put yo’ hood up” is played, and they all have their arms folded. I’ve never heard a DJ at any club say, “where are my locals?” I still have yet to see someone put up their “Leon County” sign to represent. Nonetheless, I know almost every sect from Jacksonville. Excuse me, I meant, “Duuuuuvaaaal.” I even know a few sects from Chicago. But once again, in these clubs that are located in the heart of the “Capitol City,” people remain cautious of the dreaded “local.” After this, people will know that I am a local, because I’m finally ticked off by the blatant disrespect I’ve received since I’ve started college. Before you put the “local” label on the next person, make sure you know why you’re doing it. When in Rome, do as the Romans.