Its always bro's before ho's. Always. I was tempted as fukk but I consoled myelf to eating this L.
It's what I do best.
But I told Eiht you do not have to laugh breh.
I mean damn. I am already down and you are basically clowning me to my face. Eiht stepped to me. Not to fight but to get closer cause the music was loud as fukk.
Eight - Look breh ( we are standing close. He is talking in my ear ) Everybody goes thru this. Learn from it and move on.
Me - I hear ya breh.
DAMN! As I said damn I flung my hands in the air in exasperation.
When I did that I knocked Eihts hat off my accident. .
It did not occur to me until later that I had NEVER seen Eight without a fitted on covering his braids. Never in 8 months of hanging out. Well now I know why. .
His shyt was almost completely bald except for scraggly braids on the side that peeped out of the side of his hat!!
It was like the music stopped!! Everybody was looking at him
. . .Eiht was mad as fukk!
He scrambled to get his hat but of course somebody kicked it by accident and it was floating across the dance floor. . So he is crab walking trying to catch it like a bum chasing a dollar in the wind.
Big could not hear what we were saying. To him it looked like I had beef and knocked his kufi off like I was aggy. He stepped to me. . .