funny thing is i was the youngest cat working among a gang of older folks (ages ranging from 45-63, i was 21 or 22 at that time) and i had more gall then most of them.(im the type of dude let me do my work and dont bother me we'll get along fine) i dont like people who try to do wrong.....PERIOD....dont care how old or young you may be. Especially being in the mist of the situation i felt i had to say something. it just felt weird that other co-workers who were older than me knew this dude was fukking over people and they said nothing. One of my co-workers was suppose to be a war vet (suppose to be in Desert Storm and Vietnam) and it shocked me how he let Johnson talk to him like a child......I lost mad respect for that dude. It was odd because here i am trying to give you the respect and credibility and he (speaking of my co-worker) basically spit in my hand.
All type of stuff fam, i remember trying to talk to dude so i could make overtime around Mardi Gras time (im not big on Mardi Gras personally think going down to the French Quarter, Bourbon Street to get drunk and get beads is some straight up dumb shyt).
he's like no i cant let you do that.
i look on the sign-in sheet and im reading where this and that co-worker can make over time.
like damn dude was sheisty as hell
I often run into dude whenever im in Eastern New Orleans but it like our conversation is brief. why would i want to rock with a person that try to fukk over me? thats out cuzz.
Lowkey, he actually try to get his son to fight me and that didn't work out in his favor. (that in itself is some coward shyt...why get somebody who un-involved involve in me and you beef?) Because his own son told me that his father was a Uncle Tom and he didnt want anything to do with him.
ol dude was like 135 pounds soak and wet talking shyt to me.