When keeping it real almost went terribly terribly wrong for a teeny tiny nigga.
This shit here happened close to the beginning of the summer. I just found it. I lose track of blogs, or forget to post 'em cause at my old job I couldn't post to my blogsite. At my new job I think I will be able to. And seeing how I can't access Facebook or Myspace from the new j-o-bizzle I'll be getting back to regular blogging. Anyway, this blog here is good ole shit. Enjoy.
Last week, Thursday night as a matter of fact, I was kicking at my niggas going away party. There’s so much shit I could talk about that situation, from his new girlfriend with a nice size pot belly, and a fucked up attitude, to how this nigga is well......, maybe I'll talk about that more later. Anyway, cats was over there bullshittin, dranking, smoking, they got some of that Cush shit (cush is that new new. It is to crippie what crippie is to regs.) They start to smoke that shit towards the end of the night while some folks are leavin. While the door is open I see some white chick standing at the door. I'll be the first to admit that I am still a little closed minded about the whole interacial couple thing. And not even so much as the interacial thing, but the whole black white thing. Ok, the BULLY is kinda racist maybe, or maybe I just don't understand how a minority and a non minority could be completely on the same page, seeing how their lives have been molded under completely different situations. I digress.
Anyway, I sees the white chick and I'm all like "Who's white chick is that?". I really kinda thought she was at the wrong door, or had just missed one of the niggas that had just left. Some of the cats that had left were those type of dudes that fuck a lot of broads. I was quiet, she couldn't here me. It ends up being that she was the girl of this little nigga, and she took it at as an insult when she was called white because she was Italian. Silly me, I must have missed the memo that explained how Italian became a race, and not just a Nationality. Ok, its all good though. I apologize to him for callin her the white chick. Its all good.
So they start smoking and I'm standing round and kinda flick ol girls hair. Just playin', everyone likes to mess with high people. It gets bad cause her and ol boy take that shit to be way too serious. They start bitching, I start telling them "Hey, I was just bullshitting....calm the fuck down." Seriously, i was just playing around. They get on the whole "Do you know me, do you know me? Then why you tryin to play with me?" bullshit. I stick to my point of telling them its not that serious and that they need to calm the fuck down. After a while, ol' boy takes a a real dominant stance, puts on his manly voice and look and tells, commands, orders me, the Motherfuckin' BULLY to not touch his girlfriend again. Thats when I start thinking I might have to beat this nigga's ass. I start thinking this cause 1) I don't like being told anything by anyone. 2)When a nigga mouths off like that to a nigga that has him by 4-5 inches and 120 pounds he is feeling pretty ballsy and anything could happen. 3) He was trying to show off for his girl, something that has gotten plenty niggas straight WORKED (When keeping it real goes BAD) 4) The beer bottle that he was holding and how the grip he had on it tightened.
I swoll up on him, just some shit that everyone does, its subconcious, kinda how a dogs hair raises all up to show how big and mean looking he is. Its just more noticeable on me cause I'm huge to begin with. I end up settling down cause I'm thinking this little 130 lb nigga and his bitch are just high, I'm gonna let them slide. It would have been real bad. His high and drunkass would not have been quick enough to actually hit with the beer bottle, nor would he have had time to recover and try to punch me. It would have been a straight one man mushfest on a scrawny nigga and his bitch (I know she would have jumped in and I'm an equal oppurtunity ass kicker) and I really felt like when that nigga came down from his high he would have not been so pissed.
I hollard at my boy that is friends with him a few days later and he said that teeny tiny nigga was still hot. That means that there is a chance that I might come cross that pint sized nigga again one day and have to make his shoulders touch or something. I don't want to, I don't like to fight, I think that shit is terrible and un-cool and all that shit, but I know I will never let anyone or thing ever get the better of me. It happended once, and that was enough. I'm so serious about that. I'll try to avoid that shit, but If i can't, then I gotta do what I gotta do. Be it man, woman, child, or animal, something will get mushed and it won't be me.
-you know who dis is
Last week, Thursday night as a matter of fact, I was kicking at my niggas going away party. There’s so much shit I could talk about that situation, from his new girlfriend with a nice size pot belly, and a fucked up attitude, to how this nigga is well......, maybe I'll talk about that more later. Anyway, cats was over there bullshittin, dranking, smoking, they got some of that Cush shit (cush is that new new. It is to crippie what crippie is to regs.) They start to smoke that shit towards the end of the night while some folks are leavin. While the door is open I see some white chick standing at the door. I'll be the first to admit that I am still a little closed minded about the whole interacial couple thing. And not even so much as the interacial thing, but the whole black white thing. Ok, the BULLY is kinda racist maybe, or maybe I just don't understand how a minority and a non minority could be completely on the same page, seeing how their lives have been molded under completely different situations. I digress.
Anyway, I sees the white chick and I'm all like "Who's white chick is that?". I really kinda thought she was at the wrong door, or had just missed one of the niggas that had just left. Some of the cats that had left were those type of dudes that fuck a lot of broads. I was quiet, she couldn't here me. It ends up being that she was the girl of this little nigga, and she took it at as an insult when she was called white because she was Italian. Silly me, I must have missed the memo that explained how Italian became a race, and not just a Nationality. Ok, its all good though. I apologize to him for callin her the white chick. Its all good.
So they start smoking and I'm standing round and kinda flick ol girls hair. Just playin', everyone likes to mess with high people. It gets bad cause her and ol boy take that shit to be way too serious. They start bitching, I start telling them "Hey, I was just bullshitting....calm the fuck down." Seriously, i was just playing around. They get on the whole "Do you know me, do you know me? Then why you tryin to play with me?" bullshit. I stick to my point of telling them its not that serious and that they need to calm the fuck down. After a while, ol' boy takes a a real dominant stance, puts on his manly voice and look and tells, commands, orders me, the Motherfuckin' BULLY to not touch his girlfriend again. Thats when I start thinking I might have to beat this nigga's ass. I start thinking this cause 1) I don't like being told anything by anyone. 2)When a nigga mouths off like that to a nigga that has him by 4-5 inches and 120 pounds he is feeling pretty ballsy and anything could happen. 3) He was trying to show off for his girl, something that has gotten plenty niggas straight WORKED (When keeping it real goes BAD) 4) The beer bottle that he was holding and how the grip he had on it tightened.
I swoll up on him, just some shit that everyone does, its subconcious, kinda how a dogs hair raises all up to show how big and mean looking he is. Its just more noticeable on me cause I'm huge to begin with. I end up settling down cause I'm thinking this little 130 lb nigga and his bitch are just high, I'm gonna let them slide. It would have been real bad. His high and drunkass would not have been quick enough to actually hit with the beer bottle, nor would he have had time to recover and try to punch me. It would have been a straight one man mushfest on a scrawny nigga and his bitch (I know she would have jumped in and I'm an equal oppurtunity ass kicker) and I really felt like when that nigga came down from his high he would have not been so pissed.
I hollard at my boy that is friends with him a few days later and he said that teeny tiny nigga was still hot. That means that there is a chance that I might come cross that pint sized nigga again one day and have to make his shoulders touch or something. I don't want to, I don't like to fight, I think that shit is terrible and un-cool and all that shit, but I know I will never let anyone or thing ever get the better of me. It happended once, and that was enough. I'm so serious about that. I'll try to avoid that shit, but If i can't, then I gotta do what I gotta do. Be it man, woman, child, or animal, something will get mushed and it won't be me.
-you know who dis is
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