By Popular Demand: True Coliwood Stories - College Athletics

[The_Hillsta]

@The_Hillsta

man, you mentioning chick-fi-la, I miss that shyt so much...it had been 5 years since i last had some....found out there is one about an hour and a half away, so I made that drive....gonna make that drive again....

...but don't get me started on bojangles......damn I miss the south so much

The Midwest and South turned me out bruh.......So many spots I remember hittin up, not one in sight on the west coast back then.....Chik-fil-a, Waffle House, Ponderosa, Cracker Barrel, Docks n White Castle when I used to visit the Chi. They JUST built a Chik-fil-a in my area about 2 years ago.

 

[LandryFieldsDad]

@Walt thank you

 

[lutha]

The Midwest and South turned me out bruh.......So many spots I remember hittin up, not one in sight on the west coast back then.....Chik-fil-a, Waffle House, Ponderosa, Cracker Barrel, Docks n White Castle when I used to visit the Chi. They JUST built a Chik-fil-a in my area about 2 years ago.

damn you mentioned waffle house....I tell muthafukkas out here all the time bout waffle house and what they missing....it was the unofficial after spot when leaving the club....every time you walked in, in your head would be a mix of kast 'player's ball' and g money playing....'the scene was thick, all the playas, all the hustles,....and the bytches, oh lawd the bytches.....talking bout a black man heaven'....at least, if you let the liquor tell it lol....anyway, seeing 'bubba' on the stove looking like he just got out, cooking like he the iron chef, made a brotha smile...damn i miss it...

...i tell people that have never been to the south, once they visit and have the food, it's gonna change they life...

 

[No Homo]

that rome shyt tho reminds of my nikka B. II spent a lil bit of time wit my pops growing up... my family is jamaican and there are 2 things most jamaican men are about, dominos and white rum. my pops has mad trophies from trotting across the country beasting on other jamaican cats. anyway, i'd kick it wit him at the jamaican spot, which is where me and b linked up and would learn dominos, play golden axe, and ping pong. growing up we got into a lot of shyt, but a time came where i made a decision not to do extravagant ignorant ass shyt because there is no p*ssy in jail, and i cannot be the death of my moms. i told B like, 'yo, this street shyt is bullshyt, me and my other nikkas got hoes on deck, come kick it wit us and you'll be good" he never took me up on the offer, but i'd still see him cuz i'd still be in the streets a lil bit. i end up leaving and going away to college, mad years go by, i'd go home, but even when i went home i wasnt really there. I had seen my nikka B and chopped it up wit him, he was aite, but the niga was rough, i surmise he may have had a body or 2 on him, but he was still B, if i need some wrk put in, he was the niga i'd holler at, cuz i'm not catching any bodies. more years pass. a couple years ago i go back to the bar cuz his grandmoms works there and went to go say whatup to old jamaican cats. i roll up like "where's b, whats good wit him' she looks at me like '' you dont know, he's dead, he got shot. the last thing he said was 'i shoulda listened to majestyx, i this shyt wouldnt have happened" I was done for like a week, couldnt say shyt.

@Walt writing real blackman experience stories from the heart.

Its crazy how two people can start off on similar paths and end up in different places.

Lost one of my good friends just about the same way 2 years ago. Started off damn near best friends from 2nd grade up until high school where we grew apart. He got killed over some dumb shyt too by a lil nikka who aint even about that. He shouldnt have even been down that route..it just wasnt meant for him. That shyt fukked me up for a good while. Really put alot of shyt into perspective for me around that time. Knowing a nikka from 6 growing apart and going down the wrong path where shyt couldve been avoided just off the ppl youre around.

 

[A.V.]

 

[King Theo]

damn breh. that last story it was all so visual to me. @Walt your writing is amazing. the best part is i think ive internalized everything you've written about

edit: i was listening to blackberry mollases when i first started readying preacher man. and i had to hit repeat because for some reason it made the words his even harder

 

[Jesus]

Update the links on main page for the the people, please.

 

[Jesus]

I like sohh better when @Walt owned it.

Once he sold it off for his cut of the 5 Milly, it fell off.

@Walt originally owned part of SOHH?

 

[lutha]

*disclaimers: this shyt might be long, jump around, and i might ramble/go off on tangents, so apologies about that up front*

aight, after 3 cups and relaxing on them sticks, I think i'm finally in the right state of mind to respond to 'preacher man'... @Walt that story touched on so many topics and emotional spots, I don't know where to begin...so i'm just type and let it flow, whatever comes out, so be it....

- 1st let me say RIP to your boy rome...to lose someone you click with, that becomes a partner like that, aint never an easy thing...it hit home and how you reacted (initially, in the back of the Volvo, and even now) is an example of how most brothas in that situation would...starting at young ages, we get desensitized to so many fukked up things in life, that we tend to become numb...so when shyt initially happens, it doesnt hit us like that...it's not till later on, after life has piled on enough shyt, till you release all that pent up emotion...

- the part about your uncle and his daughter....man, that shyt was so touching and great examples of life teachers...him teaching you to hit the curve (which was more a lesson for life than it was just hitting a curve ball), beautiful...him continuing to teach during that fukked up situation he experienced, beautiful...that shyt was powerful, I just hope muthafukkas realize how powerful it is....i mean, you and he both knew he was in a fukked up spot, but to keep the situation as calm as possible, to help you more so than himself, he talked about something he knew you'd connect to...not only that, if those were his last moments, it was something that would allow him to give those last words of wisdom to help you live a better life....I mean, that's just fukking beautiful....we (blacks) need more shyt like that...we need more of the elder teaching (not preaching) to the youth earlier on about life...and not just the fukked up things in life...we need more women talking to young girls about what it means to be a woman...maybe then they'd stop being emotional and fukking (i mean that literally) punching bags to any guy that comes along and gives them attention....we need more men talking to young males about what it means to be a man...maybe then we'd stop being emotionless, cookie cutter stereotypes that we pattern after a fictional being entertainers (mostly rappers) create cause no other male figure was there...yea, we tend to have our boys and the older cats that are around the way that help us, but guess who they patterned themselves after in most cases? yep, that same being created by those same entertainers....which leads me to the part about his daughter being a great life teacher...and this is more so a salute to you walt...the fact that you didn't hit her over the head with that blunt dose of reality about the flowers, was a beautiful thing....you continue to let her be a child, enjoy the innocence of life, and be amazed by the flowers...our people tend not to do that...instead of encouraging our youth to follow their dreams and try to achieve the impossible, we tend to introduce them to the harshness of life as quick as possible...which causes them to age...we ruin life for them...

- to continue with the last point, it trips me out to hear us talk about what it means to be a man...to be a man, you gotta follow a certain guideline, and if you dont, you not a man...the reason why it trips me out is because the shyt we're taught about being a man, is usually the opposite of what our male counterparts of other ethnicities are taught....but we don't learn that maybe we didn't have to follow that guideline so tightly until after life has kicked us in the ass and the our counterparts are sitting there pointing, laughing, and/or shaking their heads...i'm stop there cause that's off topic...

...damn, I just threw myself off about whatever else I was gonna say lol...guess i'll stop there and pick it up another time when it comes back to me....

 

[bigmanharris]

I Think reading These Stories Have Me In An Introspective mind State And In A Way Brought Me Closer To My Girl....... Got Me Thinking About My Three Bedroom Apartment My Third year Of School And How The Lives Of us Three Have Turned Out.....One Of My Former Roommates In That Apt IS Deceased.....Died In A Wreck. Was Cut Off Driving Back From The Club With his Brother In Law And Crashed Into A Concrete Pillar That MARTA Runs On......Ironic Being That He Was A MARTA Employee....Left Behind a 3 Year Old Son Who Is Now 10...I've Kept Tabs On Him Via His Mother And Finally Got To Meet Him. He Lives A Couple Of hours Away But Was Here For The Summer With His aun Who Lost Her Husband In That Wreck. Her Daughter Has No Memory Of Her Dad As She Was Less Than A Year Old....I've Felt Guilty Over The years For Not Doing More.....These Lyrics Play Constantly In My Mind

My nikka Dame, my nikka Biggs, my nikka Tah

My nikka Ja, my nikka Gotti

We embody all that’s right with the world

No matter how pretty she is, you never likin' my girl

That's how we run, when you ain’t around

I'll spank ya son, keep him in line

If you should die, I’ll keep him like mine

God forbid, keep this in mind, my nikka



Then The Other roommate I On Year 2 Or 3 Of a 17.5 Year Bid For Vehicular Homicide.....He Had Warrants And Ran From The Police And Lost Control Of His Car.....His Daughter Died And Son Was Injured.....He Was My roommate In The dorm As Well. Hits Me Up Weekly On Facebook Messenger. EveryTime I Start To Drive Crazy I Think About My Two Homies......Both In A Box.....One 6 Feet Under And The Other With Bars.....As I'm Typing This I'm Reminiscing On Talking To My Grandmother Today And Finding Out My cousin Who Came From Detroit To Stay With Her For 3 Months Earlier This Year When My Grandmother Fell ill Has Cancer And Isn't Going To Make It.....Then Going To My Other Family's House And Finding Out One Of My Lil Homies Wrecked His Bike today And Is Clinging To Life.....So Walt When You Said You Froze Up.....I Know That Feeling

 

[bigmanharris]

Forgive Me For This fukked Up Format But Replying From My Phone.....shyt Is A Chore To Type Out Responses Sometimes

 

[Bean]

i don't usually get emotional while readin things on the net but when i read Preacher Man and i clicked on the spoiler it was just

 

[Ari Gold Bawse]

Im halfway through reading the whole thread...

Ive got to ask do u still talk to rome n alvin?

Also did u ever talk to Bree again?

Great writing bruh. Got me here reading this shyt till 4am

 

[The Bilingual Gringo]

Amazing how that "Growing Old" track affects people. Ironically that came on my iPod yesterday on my way back from our annual family reunion. This was the first year that one key family member wasn't there. I let that track play and I zoned out in the car on my way home.

 

[bobbiewishbone]

Had to walk away for a moment.

at the nikka Mitch 'crispifying' them polos tho'.