One of the strangest local stories today was hip-hop pioneer Kidd Creole's fatal stabbing of a homeless man. Creole, born Nathaniel Glover, was pushed while he was close to the edge and lost his head. The report is that Glover stabbed the victim because he thought the guy was hitting on him, which is a pretty crappy reason to shank a guy. Protip: If you are carrying a steak knife up your sleeve, you need to reconsider your life choices. The victim was a level 2 sex offender, so if Glover hadn't fled the scene of the crime, he probably would have been able to make a self-defense claim.
New York City actually had a Kid Creole, August Darnell, as well as a Kidd Creole. Kid Creole's music had a bit of a Latin/Caribbean flair. The post title refers to a song by Kid Creole, which describes a character that Kidd Creole should have emulated:
Endicott wouldn't shank a man,
Endicott won't land in the can.
At any rate, it looks like Kidd Creole stands a good chance of ending up in the pokey, but when he gets out he may very well become a stool pigeon, in a process that Kid Creole described:
Ha-cha-cha-cha, indeed.
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A steak knife? Up his sleeve?
Jeez. As someone with a lifelong fascination with tactical edged weapons, there are many inexpensive and highly functional solutions that are not so sloppy and ad hoc.
As my dad used to say, always carry a knife even when you have your gun. If the option is there, use your knife - you'll find it much easier to just walk away without attracting undesirable attention...
You call it 'sloppy and ad hoc', but Mr Glover, a musician, found it as elegant and improvisational as a jazz solo.
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