For any NYC teen growing up in the center city during the 1980’s your lasting image of the Black superman would be LARRY DAVIS (R.I.P.). No one else has survived a shootout and subsequent manhunt the way that LARRY had.
This is how the story goes…
He was a smalltime narco bagman for some Bronx cops when he decided that he was going to keep the money he was handling along with the drugs. The police came looking for him to take him down hard. They expected him to shoot back. They didn’t expect him to escape alive.
NYC (The Bronx and Harlem) was turned on its ear as every two-bit pusher, pimp and hustler was throttled by the police as they searched for DAVIS who was able to elude the beast for over two weeks. When they finally corralled LARRY and brought him out in cuffs before the media I was amazed that he wasn’t this 7ft tall hulk.
He was just a brother in a V-goose with a part in his dark ceasar and a pair of Air Jordans on his feet. I knew a thousand kids in the city who could have been LARRY DAVIS. As a matter of fact I did KNOW them. On Sunday I will go to Reed Annex for a FREE pop-shop party celebrating the re-issue of the classic V-goose jacket.
I’ll be repping for the realest brother to ever rock one.
