My pops used to say soul shattering shyt like that too
If i told you about the last ass whooping he gave me when I was 12
mannnnnnnnnnnnnn... i remember i had my tough phase around 9, 10 years old. decided i wouldn't cry when i was getting my ass whooped after reading some silly ass book that talked about why people cry (it was about your feelings, not your physical. lol, my dumb ass).
shyt worked on my mom. i would sit there on some norman bates zombie shyt like...
and she'd get so frustrated she'd just stop swinging the belt after a while.
pops caught wind of that shyt tho and snatched the belt next time i was due to get lit up.
Pops: Hold out your hands.
Me:
(lick one)
Me:
(lick two)
Me:
(lick three)
Me:
...
Pops: Oh you think you tough little nikka!?!?!
(pops does the Von Miller swim move past my hands)
(pops grabs one of my ankles like a turkey leg on Thanksgiving)
(suddenly i'm floating upside down, with pop's old-man strength being the only thing saving me from a broken neck)
(one arm holding me by my fukking ankle, one arm holding the belt, pops administers licks' 4-through-whateverittakestomakeyourlittleassunderstanditISNOTafukkINGGAME)
Pops:
Me:
Moms:
Sis:
