Yes! When I was in high school, one morning about 6 am I was getting dressed and me and my pops heard gun shots outside of my window. I looked out my window (it was dark) and saw my uncle (my moms brother) Ernie running fast as shyt and holding an old school green and white 1980’s aluminum house awning, the long one, both arms extended over his head, more shots...BLAW BLAW BLAW!! I exclaimed,
“Its Ernie, they’re chasing him!”
Pops
and said, “run Ernie run! “ and I was looking like a mix of
and
This niqqa Ernie was being chased by some Jamaican niqqas we all knew, he stole crack from them (dealers kept their stashes his behind car wheels and garbage cans and shyt), I saw my uncle stop on a dime and hide under the fukkin awning while the Jamaican niqqas ran by him, I swear! I was like
DAAAAAD!! You saw that?!?! Pops was like
“You thought he was gonna die”? I was like
“Naaaaaah” on the outside, but in the inside I was like
that’s my uncle.
Mad stories I have. I brag about my ex- crackhead uncles like a badge of honor. Only if y’all knew them niqqas and their crack peers...incredible