Oh I forgot, I remember one time when I was 12, some chic's dad chased me with a shotgun to my cousins house.
*Backstory*
I had just moved to NY and was mad gullable to my cousin(play cousin) used to do some grimey shyt. He told me the girl down the street said she likes me
. This went on for weeks of pure
. I never spoken to her
but she was cute. Somehow I finally built up confidence and went to her doorbell like
. But her dad pulled up to the crib like
I dipped, left my cousin bike there infront of the house. nikka chased me to the basement. My cousin mom is West Indian, so she let me have it..........for leaving this nikka's bike ...Told me to go back and get it
...Needless to say, I had to go get it. Soon as I put one leg over the bike, lights came on in the house, bout 6 people open the door like
Dad approached me
but then he apologized cause he said (in his words) "Man my bad son, I thought you was one of them older nikkas, I was fin to blow your mothapucking head off" I didn't say nothing cause I was
in my head lol. Just thought I'd share