One night after leaving work at the Colonial Hotel and Casino in Reno, NV at approximately 1:00 a.m. Sherry had to drive David and Vikki home. They lived in the next town over in Sparks, Nevada. Instead of taking I-80 East, Sherry decided to take East Fourth Street to Sparks, which is an extremely bad neighborhood. I mean crack whores, not call-girls, real crack whores, drug dealers, gangs, etc, etc, all over the place day and nighttime. Sherry knew that this would terrify me. David and Vikki were sitting in the back and at every red-light, Vikki had one of the back windows down and would ask the guys, girls or both on the corners, "what are you doing?" This would cause them to run up to the car windows and ask, "what do you need, what do you need?" I was mortified!!! Every time guys would run up to the car, Sherry would yell, "eat my box, eat my box!!!"
Finally, we got to Sparks, got David and Vikki home, and they were laughing. Everyone but David was laughing, even me, because after it was all over, it was kind of funny. David wasn't laughing because he didn't understand what all just went on!!!

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Have any of you ever been down East Fourth Street in Reno, NV???